The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Fairyland, the collapse of the void, one after another immortal Temple falling, smashing out one after another huge pit, one after another to bear the war of the West fairyland, full collapse.

In the dust wave, several streamers burst out, flying to the distance, the fairy palace was destroyed, and many exotic treasures were born at the same time. After endless years, goodbye to the day.

Seeing this, all the people on the scene immediately jumped up and followed.

The competition of time, this moment, every minute, every second is so precious, the fairyland will be destroyed, before that, we must go out in time.

"Ninth younger martial brother, it's too dangerous here. I can't take care of you any more. You can leave first"

in a hurry, Ling Luo's voice told him to go after a stream of light.

The other four disciples of the Mohist sect also went in different directions. This trip to the fairyland was a failure. This is the last chance. We must gain something before going out.

"Yin'er, go"

Ning Chen said softly, looking at the light of the road in the distance, then stepped on the foot, led the little girl around, and quickly retreated.

The streamer is fast, disappear in a flash, can't see the true face, rather Chen avoid Mo men five sons, alone toward one side.

In front, the blue streamer is faster and faster, and the chasing figure is rushing by, one after another, competing with time and others.

In front of him, Heiyi reached out to catch the blue streamer. At this moment, the blue streamer broke through the space limit and reached its speed limit again. After being caught, it broke away.

"Can't escape"

the cold light of Ning Chen's eyes flashed by. Feng Yuan urged him to the limit. Under the setting sun, a black rainbow passed by and caught up with him again.

In the rear, one figure after another kept up, and the gap between their accomplishments gradually revealed.

The West falls and the moon rises. When the cold moon shines high, the edge of fairyland is swept by the green and black streamers.

Drinking in black, the sword light all over the body rises to the sky and turns into sword rain, falling down in front of the green light.

The road ahead was blocked, and the green light quickly changed its direction. However, after a moment's stagnation, the black clothes in the rear had arrived, turned their palms to turn Tianluo, and locked it to the green light.

With a bang, in the fierce collision, the blue light appears. A small boat with a big palm is mottled with copper rust, which has been eroded by the years.

"I see" sound son raises a head, curious way.

Ning Chen nods and hands the boat to the little girl.

The boat is slightly cool. The body of the bronze boat looks rough and not like a treasure.

"Not good-looking" sound seems to see, but also did not see any clue, a small mouth, the boat back.

Ning Chen took over, didn't say much, led the little girl toward the fairyland outside.

All of a sudden, at this time, a figure in hemp clothes came from behind, and his palm power was great, breaking out of the air.

Ning Chen has a feeling, the footstep steps to turn, the water light illusion moves, already arrive thousand Zhang outside.

The young man in hemp clothes hummed coldly, stepped forward, and then stepped out to bully him. He was in charge of Yuan Long and forced to die.

The power of stepping on immortals is incomparable. Ning Chen's eyes are slightly narrowed, and his figure is very fast. He doesn't want to touch it, just to get away.

"How long can you hide?"

The young man in hemp made a mockery. His hands were like thunder, and the bombardment from hand to hand was very powerful.

The strength of the palm is so strong that it can't be avoided. Ning Chen waves his hand and holds the sword. The wind and cloud turn on Taishi's sword, and thousands of swords go away.

In the aftershock, the figure in black retreated, and a sword broke into the air, and a hundred Zhang crazy haze roared out.

"Too weak"

Young Ma Yi turns his palms to shake the light of the sword, and his breath rises continuously. He steps up, and his palms condense the air flow in all directions, beating the front.

Ning Chen leads yin'er, takes a strange step, moves with extreme speed and avoids the palm force. In a moment, the power of the extreme Yang on the sword is surging, and the Taiyang Sutra martial arts is echoed in this world.

With the light of the sword, the sky is burning and the sea is boiling within a hundred Li. The collapsed space can't bear the power and falls quickly.

Seeing this, the ghost slave's eyes were cold, his hands were open and closed, his Yin was evil, his anger was surging, and his cold current was cold.

With a sudden explosion, the world is in chaos. Black clothes make a few steps, and a cold smile rises from the corner of his mouth. He takes advantage of the opportunity to step out of the collapsed fairyland.

"Falling from the sky"

in a moment, the Taishi sword moves, the light of the sword soars into the sky, thousands of thousands of them are whirling around, and the next moment, thousands of sword lights fall from the sky, just like a torrential rain, obliterating the destroyed fairyland in front of them in an instant.

A sword falls from the sky, the sky and the earth collapse, the nihility spreads, and the powerful suction spreads out, swallowing everything around.

"If you're lucky, I'll see you in the future"

looking at the annihilation of heaven and earth in front of you, Ning Chen lightly said a word, and immediately turned around and left.

Outside the fairyland, the star field is shrouded in fog, and it is difficult to distinguish the four directions. Only the sword is shining, pointing out a bright road in the process of being lost.

Familiar sword, sword breath directly to the heart, guide the lost people out of the lost way.

At the end of the fog, the starry sky is vast and beautiful. The young figure in blue and Chinese clothes stands still in the world, handsome and refined, like a banished immortal in the sword, which makes people feel awed unconsciously.Not long after, a large and a small two figure out, see the person in front, respectfully line of a junior ceremony.

"Which body?" Prince Yan said calmly.

"Magic" Ning Chen should be honest.

Prince Yan nodded, looked at the little girl and said, "disciple?"

"En" Ning Chen answers softly, pats the little girl's head and says, "yin'er, salute"

"yin'er has seen the elder" yin'er salutes cleverly.

Seeing the younger generation, Prince Yan relaxed a little and said, "come here"

yin'er looked up at the men around him and walked obediently.

Prince Yan waved, green and red, a little light in China, an invisible sword breath into the little girl's right hand.

"What is this?" Yin'er looks at the sword pattern on his right hand and is curious.

"Sword rest" Prince Yan whispered.

"Does Ning Chen have any?" The sound son doesn't understand to ask a way.

"His qualifications are too poor to learn, and it's a waste to give them," Prince Yan said lightly.

Sound son smell speech, exhibition Yan a smile, looking back to make a face, and then again cleverly line a gift.

"Why do you come here?" Prince Yan looked at the younger generation and said.

"I followed the immortal corpse on the tour, and because I suspected that the master of mohmen might know something about resurrection, I temporarily worshipped under the mohmen gate..."

Ning Chen simply said what happened in these days, but he only said one thing about Zhongzhou, and didn't mention it much.

After listening patiently, Prince Yan nodded and said, "immortal corpse parade has existed since ancient times. It needs to be investigated by yourself. As for the method of bringing the dead back to life, you should not act too hastily. Even if this method exists in the world, it is also in the hands of the Mohist master or even the strong one above him. With your present strength, you can't resist such existence"

Ning Chen is silent and doesn't intervene.

"I once told you that too much obsession in your heart will affect your practice. Your body is a collection of resentments from all living beings. Fortunately, you get rid of the Phoenix body and become one of your own. You could have abandoned other thoughts, given up the shackles of the world and focused on cultivation. Why did you go on the road of Phoenix body?" Prince Yan frowned.

Ning Chen was still silent. After a long time, he said softly, "I can't believe the Phoenix body now, and the noumenon is missing. I can only find the way to revive the ghost girl"

"you can trust others, but now you can't trust yourself. The Phoenix body and noumenon have their own creation. Since they have chosen their own path, you should go on firmly. The devil, after all, doesn't believe you What you should do to be accepted by the world is to continue to concentrate on cultivation until you have the power to change everything, "Prince Yan said coldly.

In front of the fog in the star field, two figures stand still, with the same young faces. They can't see much difference, but standing in front of the legend of Qingyi, Zhiming is a younger generation no matter when it comes.

Between them, the atmosphere became a little depressed. Prince Yan's light rebuke was not only a reminder, but also a lesson to the younger generation.

Yin'er stands on one side, but she doesn't dare to go out. She has seen the situation of Ning Chen's blood washing the whole Zhongzhou when she is in the boundary. She is really worried that the two people will not fight.

"I will deal with the outside affairs as soon as possible, and then concentrate on Cultivation" after a long time, Ning Chen salutes and says.

Hearing the former's words, Prince Yan gradually calmed down, and continued, "that master of ink, his accomplishments are unfathomable, and his real strength may be far beyond today's performance. Remember not to expose your identity, otherwise there will be great disaster"

"remember, younger generation" Ning Chen replied.

"I've seen your sword, and it's not bad." Prince Yan said with a rare compliment.

"Master's praise"

Ning Chen's deep eyes flashed light waves, paused for a moment, and said in a soft voice, "master, there's something I may trouble you to go"

"what's the matter?" Asked Prince Yan.

"I used to get a sword in the immortal Hall of the eastern fairy kingdom. However, when dealing with the invasion of Tianfu, I turned it into a forbidden area with the help of the earth Qi. Now, I can't get this sword out," Ning Chen said.

Hearing this, Prince Yan nodded and said, "I'll take it out for you when I have time"

on one side, Yin Er heard it and said in a delicate voice, "master, when you go back, can you go to Zhujian villa and tell my mother that I'm fine, so that they don't worry about it"

"yes"

Prince Yan answered and said, "it's late, in the fairyland It's almost time for those people to come out. Remember, no matter how far you go in the future, don't forget to take time to go back to Daxia and give her incense "

" um "

Ning Chen nodded and answered.

"I'm gone, take care of it"

with that, Prince Yan didn't say much and walked away.

He is a contemporary legend of the great Xia Dynasty. He is the leader of Zhiming sword. He spent his life searching for the sword, listening to it and proving it. After his trip to the fairyland, he left again.

Qingyi, which is gradually disappearing, disappears in the starry sky. Its tall and straight figure appears in the dust and is lonely. The master has no trace, and there is no one to prove the sword. Maybe, the legendary life should be lonely.Ning Chen watched Prince Yan leave, silent and speechless.

Devil, lose heart, not human life, but not dementia, devil see clearly, so, word by word, keep in mind.

"Ning Chen, where are we going now?" Sound son comes forward, small hand holds big hand, Jiao voice asks a way.

"Huimo star" Ning Chen whispered.