The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the north of Zhongzhou, the butterfly appears and chases the devil. The blue butterfly's shadow is fleeting and passes quickly.

For several days and nights, the devil did not hide his trace. However, he had been traveling westward, as if he wanted to leave central.

Zhujian mountain villa posted all the religions in the world, warning the news of Chi Lian's birth. All parties were shocked and held an emergency meeting to discuss the killing of demons.

The lessons of four thousand years ago can be seen clearly in my mind. It is urgent to kill the devil and seal the fierce sword again before he becomes a demon.

In just a few days, many big religions in Zhongzhou reached an agreement, and a large army of demons gathered to fight against the source of disaster.

In the wilderness, the leading forces of the alliance of all religions cut off the road ahead of them and surrounded them layer upon layer, leaving no way to survive.

In the rear of the Allied forces, a man in Imperial costume with an umbrella appeared. His face was as pale as jade, his face was pale, and his waist was equipped with a magic sword. He stepped forward step by step.

The "three leaders"

all bowed to welcome the man.

"Is this the contemporary red training devil? "It doesn't look good either," Gong Wuchen said faintly.

The shrill voice and the soft face without throat knot fully show the identity of the comer. Xuanji is the head of the dark flowers in front of the imperial court, and the palace is traceless.

"The third commander should be careful, the sword maker is defeated in this man's hand," a strong man at the peak of the three disasters said.

"That old man is too old to wave his sword?"

With a soft smile, Gong Wuhen immediately closed the red umbrella in his hand, raised his right hand and said with a smile, "kill"

with an order, the Allied forces of various religions surged in and gathered the elite combat power of many great religions to kill immediately.

In the war situation, the evil body with black clothes and black eyes kills the body, and the expression does not see any fluctuation. A head of black hair hunts with the wind. The merciless eyes reflect only the shadow of hell.

The evil body moves, and the power of the evil spirit on the red practice sword turns. The sword opens the way of the yellow spring, and the blood splashes the dust in the blink of an eye.

Linsha's shadow is merciless, silent and senseless. The sword rises, the soul flies, the sword falls, and the soul disperses.

The sword, which is surrounded by the killing industry, is extremely powerful. The nightmare four thousand years ago reappeared. The evil disaster shook the world. The red practice led to the killing. One sword, one sword, the soldiers destroyed and the people died.

Just now, the Allied forces, which were showing signs of defeat, were losing step by step and could not resist the threat of fierce soldiers.

"A group of waste"

Gong Wuhen saw this, hummed coldly, waved his hand, and the sword of hidden gold came out.

The devil felt that he would return to the sword to block the move, but when he heard a bang, the dust of the wilderness was flying. In the dust, the two swords fought each other for several times, and the fire, the killing, and the overflowing vibration.

"Tianxi meets the moon"

there are several fast sword fighting moves, such as Gong Wuhen's sword turning in his hand, the move of furnace top, Tianxi's sword, and the move of Yinyue.

In an instant, the wind rose, the sky was filled with Yin Qi, rolling and rolling, a cold and residual Yin moon loomed on the sword, the sword was cold, and the Qi turned into ice.

When the two swords collide with each other, the dark ice spreads to the right arm.

When Yin and poison enter the body, the devil's body will stagnate and the sword will be restrained.

"Die"

the double swords are frozen, the palace is traceless, the left palm is powerful, and one palm claps the forward spirit.

But see, the evil body whole body murderous spirit is frenzied, the evil fire rises, the sword edge turns, withdraw half step.

"Magic style, blood flame"

the sword that turns back, the blood flame is like a wave, and the sword is wielded and chopped, and the eyes are astonishing.

Gong Wuhen took the move with a bang. The corners of his mouth turned red and he took several steps back.

"Er"

around the two people, there was a scream, and the afterglow of blood flame filled the air, destroying and incinerating more than ten people.

Killing reflects the power of the devil, the most merciless side of knowing fate, and the demonized human nature is no doubt at the moment. Where the sword is, there is no soul left.

The magic power is beyond imagination. Gong Wuhen's face finally coagulates. With a step, he jumps up. He uses the Huayin power of the moon to transform and chop the magic. The blade of the sword turns and falls down from the sky.

In a flash, the wild haze and raging waves swing away, killing industry, fierce collision of Yin force, robbing heaven and earth, and the sand is like the sea.

In the battle of the two powers, there was a huge wave of disaster. Those who were slightly weak in cultivation could not bear the aftermath of the terror. They burst into the body one after another and dyed the wilderness red.

"Devil, ridiculous!"

Gong Wuhen waved Tianxi's magic weapon, which was fierce and fierce. His face was full of scorn and ridicule.

With a stab of the sword, the devil's left arm and clothes split. He lost Fengyuan's killing body. He was no longer trapped in the heavy killing situation of his life. For the first time, he fell into the disadvantage.

"Magic style, heaven weeps"

the battle situation is stalemate, the devil's face shows a little impatience, the evil spirit of the red practice fierce sword is surging, the blood on the sword is extremely bright, a little bit of brilliance, the blood falls into rain, the rain turns ten thousand swords, the sad sound of the sword cuts away the trapped situation around.

"Er"

when the sword rain fell, hundreds of figures exploded within a thousand feet, and those who survived also vomited red.

Gong Wuchen steps around to avoid the sword rain. However, it is hard to avoid the sword rain.

When there is no way to avoid it, Tianxi's sword blocks the blood rain. With a bang, the head of the dark flower retreats a few steps.

"There is sunshine in the waning moon"Unwilling to be defeated in the war, Gong Wuchen moves to the top of the furnace again. The Yin Qi on the sword suddenly turns to the sky, and the shadow of the waning moon gradually turns to perfection.

"Useless move"

the devil's body shows disappointment, moves, passes the sword, burns the world with blood flame, and cuts down the waning moon in an instant.

When the moon is not perfect, the palace flies out without a trace. Its hair is dyed red. It staggers for several steps and spits out a mouthful of blood again.

The "three commanders"

were shocked by the Allied forces of various religions in the encirclement war. However, no one would give in until the demons were killed. They surrounded again and tried their best to kill the demons.

Merciful no longer knows the fate to kill the body, moves again mercilessly, in the hand fierce sword moves with the nature, moves is to kill, the sword is to kill.

In the miserable world war I, justice is hard to move forward, and it is hard to stop the burning of demons.

In front of the three thousand demons alliance, they march and fight until the sky and the earth are bright red. The dawn falls from the East. There are fewer and fewer people who can stand. On the wilderness, bones are everywhere and blood is flowing.

The sky is getting brighter and the four fields are desolate. The disciples of Da Jiao, who are holding the heart of killing demons with justice, are bleeding in the wilderness and can never go back.

"Er"

a sword passes through the body, the magic power is surging, the corners of Gong Wuchen's mouth are red again, and he turns his hand to shake the former away. He dare not fight any more, but step on his feet and retreat quickly.

The devil didn't go after him. He waved his right hand and swung away the pool of blood on the sword. Then he turned and left. The cold wind at the end of his coat rolled up a trace of dust and sand with blood in it. It had dried up in the night's killing.

Half a day later, blue light gathered, butterflies appeared, looking at the desolation, heart a pain, after all, or a step late.

"Ning Chen, don't have an accident, elder martial sister will find you soon," Hua zhongdie says painfully.

The next moment, butterfly light, once again toward the West.

Southwest of Zhongzhou, the space is agitated. In a flash, a beautiful shadow comes out. After watching, it goes eastward.

The girl Chang, who came from other regions, knew that the situation was urgent and did not dare to delay for half a moment, so she rushed to the direction of Bailu Academy.

When the sun turned to the central government, before the Academy, the streamer gathered, and the distinguished guests finally arrived.

At the same time, a purple figure knelt in the central atrium of Kaiyang Dynasty, with a calm look and no joy or sorrow.

"Xuanmiao, your three brothers died in battle. Now, you are the only candidate for the next Kaiyang emperor. Don't let me down"

in the purple air, the emperor of Yuan opened his mouth and said faintly.

"My father's lesson is that when my son was granted the crown prince, he should have said to my father that my son is not interested in this throne"

Yi Xuan was calm.

"Let's talk about it for a moment. We'll talk about it in the future. Yesterday, Xuanji's imperial court heard that Chilian was born, and all the religions have begun to act. I Kaiyang's imperial court can't sit back and watch. You go," Yuan ordered.

"Yes"

Yi Xuanmiao takes the order, gets up and steps down.

When the fourth Prince left, the emperor opened his eyes and said calmly, "come"

"his subordinates are in the voice of"

words. A figure in black came out, knelt on the ground and said respectfully,

"follow the fourth Prince and report his whereabouts all the time" the emperor said faintly.

"Yes"

the shadow saluted again, and immediately faded away.

After the shadow disappeared, in purple, the emperor of Yuan got up and walked to the central court. Looking at the distance, a little light flashed in his old eyes. The sky of Zhongzhou had changed. This was the best opportunity for the Kaiyang emperor, which could not be missed.

Unfortunately, his three sons thought they could do more.

Among the four sons, Yi Xuanmiao is the one he appreciates most. However, he is most afraid that he is also the fourth son. As the prince, he has no desire or desire for the throne, which is not easy to control.

Bailu academy, women often come, a letter was sent to the front, the gatekeeper saw, eyes squint.

Supreme pen and ink!

"Please"

this is the most precious letter in the world. You can't do anything false. The old man immediately gave up and stopped him.

The pavilion in the lake, women often come, recalling the bright eyes of autumn, the smell of the book of heaven?

The academy has the volume of the sun, so she is not unfamiliar with the breath of the book of heaven. It seems that the woman in front of her can't hide the power of the book of heaven.

"Your Excellency?" I open my mouth in a light voice.

"West Buddha's hometown, Changling's ancient land, Changyue" female Changping Jingdao.

When I remember the autumn, I hear the words, and my eyes are narrowed. It turns out that I am a taboo place in the native land of Western Buddhism.

"Miss Chang Yue, what are you doing here?" I don't beat around the Bush and ask directly.

"Soul sending"

women often stretch out their hands, and the wheel turns. In the little starlight, an illusory shadow gradually condenses.

I remember that when I saw Xu Ying's face in Qingqiu, I immediately stood up and looked frightened.

"Please come with me"

after a short shock, I quickly regained my mind and didn't ask anything else. I stepped out of the stone pavilion, stood on the lake, waved away from the water and walked down.

Women often follow and walk to the bottom of the lake together.Under the surface of the lake, the nine pearls turn together to settle the body of Zhiming Phoenix and keep the latter's vitality.

The woman often goes forward, turns her hand to coagulate yuan, pulls the soul in the wheel, and carefully injects it into the sleeping Phoenix.

After finishing these, the girl often doesn't stay any longer. She says goodbye and turns around to leave.

"Girl, can you tell me who he is?" Recalling the autumn, I open my mouth.

Nu Chang stops for a moment and says calmly, "if you want to know anything else, when he wakes up, ask him for his lost soul. I hope the academy can help him find it, because the world owes him"

after that, nu Chang stops talking and walks away. After two steps, she disappears.