The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The mountain behind the ninth peak, in the dense forest, chaos appears. Behind it, the evil looks ferocious and terrifying.

Yin'er sees the comer, looks shocked, without saying a word, turns around and runs.

Man step, step by step a sink, under the moonlight, chaotic evil, eyes gloomy bone, like the most greedy beast, choose people and bite.

On all the peaks, the four men who had just watched a fierce battle had not recovered for a long time, and no one noticed the change of the ninth peak.

Jiyu peak, the ink master returns to Daotai. At this moment, his eyes look at the ninth peak, and there is a flash of light in his old eyes.

At the same time, the dark space, black clothes walking alone, the surrounding dark cold world, people can't help but feel cold.

Looking up, there was nothing around. It was very quiet and there was no sound.

Ning Chen let go of the divine consciousness, while moving forward, while paying attention to the changes around.

Time and space distortion of the world, it is difficult to feel the passage of time, do not know how long, still a quiet around, do not see any vitality.

Strange time and space, it seems strange, but for Ning Chen, it is not strange, even very familiar.

Chaos, Phoenix, gluttonous Among them, Taotie and chaos are the best at swallowing all things and transforming themselves.

Go on, there is no end, only boundless silence, trapped lock to people.

After a few more steps, I suddenly saw heavy rain in the sky, fog on the ground, and the sound of corrosion.

Ningchen calm, red sword light pole turn out, crisscross, block poison rain.

In the rain, the breath of black clothes is surging, and the divine sense is expanding all around.

Poison rain more and more urgent, hazy eyes, annihilation of black clothes.

Suddenly, Ning Chen stops, looking at one side, eyes squint.

In the heavy rain, in the distance, a valley can be seen. Far away, you can see the terrible traces of corrosion on the mountain.

Without hesitation, Ning Chen's figure swept out and rushed straight to the valley.

Boom, this moment, the sky thunder, confused ponder.

In the valley, bones are everywhere, and the huge stones on the mountain block the rain. Many bones have not been completely corroded.

In front of my eyes, all the bones were concentrated under the cliff and under the huge stones. It seemed that they had been devoured before they died and crowded under the cliff to escape the poisonous rain.

The sound of rumbling vibration sounded. In the valley, a cliff was hard to bear the rain erosion, fell from the sky and slammed onto the earth.

In an instant, rain obliterated bones, a few breathing time, large bones were corroded clean.

Boom, there is a loud noise, a boulder fell, more bones exposed poison, rain, not long, disappeared in the rain.

Amazing scene, everywhere, I do not know how many lives buried in chaos belly, this moment, annihilation in the rain.

After years of being eroded by poisonous rain, the cliff falls from time to time, and the earth rumbles and vibrates.

I don't know how long after that, the heavy rain gradually stopped, Ning Chen's whole body, and the sword light scattered and gathered back into his body.

Deep valley, see no end, rather Chen step away, a pair of deep eyes around watching, he always feel something wrong, but can't say why.

Obviously, everything in this meson world has been eroded by the poison rain, and the only thing that still exists is this crumbling valley.

However, why is there such a huge Valley in the belly of chaos? If you want to devour creatures and enhance power, it is not more appropriate to choose the city of human beings.

After walking for a long time, on a mountain wall, where the rain can't reach, blood stains appear and sink into the cliff. With the passage of time, it has become dark brown.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, the blood of the warrior.

Judging from the extent of the corrosion of the cliff, this place has existed for at least a hundred years. The blood of ordinary mortals and living creatures has long been completely ashed, and even traces can not be left.

Seeing the blood of the warrior, Ning Chen's doubts are more serious. He is looking for the truth in the covered years step by step along the bloodstain.

On the road ahead, there were more and more bloodstains. It was obvious that the warrior's injuries were getting more and more serious. The bloodstains of the big beach seeped into the cliff and complained of desolation.

Finally, under a concave cliff, several bloodstained words appeared, clear and dazzling.

"I'm going to die, what can I do? I still have a younger sister who is less than eight years old"

"I can't die, who will save me"

in the bleak scene of a hundred years ago, the young warrior who kept coughing blood carved blood words on the cliff again and again with blood, hoping that someone could see it and save his life.

The despair and helplessness in the words of blood are so clear that the young martial arts support and refuse to give up their concern for their younger sister.

In front, the bloody cliff and the bloody palm print are faintly visible. The young warrior moves forward, coughs up blood in three steps, supports the cliff and struggles forward.

"Who will save me"

voice appeal, voice bleak, young warrior, constantly coughing up blood, every step more, one step closer to the yellow spring.Ning Chen looks at the bloodstain on the cliff, his eyes are more and more deep. A hundred years ago, what happened? Who is the owner of the blood word?

Chaos swallow the whole valley, is it because of this man? There are other secrets.

"I can't die"

at the end of the valley, the last traces of blood fall away, helpless desolation, even if there is concern, it still can't change the arrival of death.

The figure at the end of the valley, to death, is still looking forward to someone to save, looking forward to a miracle.

However, miracles are miracles after all. They exist in legends, but they do not exist in this world.

The corpse was corroded by rain, only a skull was left, which was white and dazzling.

Huayang!

Seeing the skull, Ning Chen's body was shocked, and a sense of the sun's true Sutra practitioners rose from the bottom of his heart. After a hundred years, it was still very clear.

With a wave of his hand, the green light flashed, and a blue jade pendant appeared. It was the Huayang relic found in the mountain behind the ninth peak that day.

Looking at the jade pendant in his hand, Ning Chen's eyes flashed by, and his mind kept turning. A trace of signs connected in series, vaguely guessed what happened in those years.

There is no doubt that when Huayang was still at the ninth peak, he already knew that he was going to die, so he set up a tomb for himself in advance.

As for what happened behind, we still can't know clearly. However, we can speculate that after that, Huayang must have had a war with others and suffered a heavy injury. When he escaped to the valley, he was almost out of oil.

These words were obviously written by Huayang when he was dying, but in the end, he didn't wait for the person to save him.

From the blood words over and over again on the cliff, we can see how unwilling and helpless Huayang was at that time, because of the entanglement of his closest relatives, he could not even close his eyes until he died.

One hundred years later, Huayang's younger sister should have long been gone, just like the truth buried in front of her eyes, which can no longer be found.

"As the Lord of the ninth peak, when you are buried in peace, a hundred years ago, you can't wait for someone to save you. A hundred years later, I'll bury your bones for you and send you to the yellow spring."

Ning Chen bows down, steps his skull into the earth under the cliff, immediately sprinkles loess on it and buries his body.

After a hundred years, the former Lord of the ninth peak finally fell into the earth.

Ning Chen gets up, just about to go out of the valley, suddenly, the footstep is a meal, the Mou son fierce awn is exposed.

At the back of the ninth peak, yin'er tries to run away in front of him. His face is full of panic. In the back, the man chases him step by step. He seems unhappy, but he keeps up with him.

"You can't escape"

between the words, a powerful palm roared out and slammed on the back of the little girl.

Palm strength is close to the body, a waterfall of red light rises, supports for a moment, and then collapses.

Yin'er flies more than ten feet, breaks a huge wood, falls down, vomites blood, and dyes the earth in front of him red.

"Just the day after tomorrow, I'm really glad to have such a powerful force on my body"

the man stepped forward, turned his hand to solidify the yuan, and the endless power of swallowing spread out to the little girl in front of him.

At the moment of crisis, in yin'er's hand, the red sword is bright and prosperous, protecting the master by itself. A stunning sword light cuts through the night and bumps into the palm of the former.

The ninth peak vibrated violently, and the red sword broke down, blocking the fatal palm.

Meson space, at the end of the canyon, Ning Chen feels the collapse of his hand-made Chilian, and his face suddenly sinks. Without hesitation, the prohibition of the yellow spring will be lifted, and his evil spirit will burst into the sky.

Chaos swallows the sky, rivers, mountains and rivers, all of which can refine themselves. However, all things have their limits, and so does meson space.

Ning Chen tries his best to release the power of the demons in his body. Hunhunhun evil waves spread rapidly, and he wants to force the world open.

In the dense forest, the man's face changed, his breath was surging, and his three spirits gathered and disappeared into his own meson space.

In the endless magic waves, the void rolls. The man walks out and looks at the devil in front of him, and his eyes sink.

"You are the devil

"Yes, so what?"

The devil's body opens its eyes, the violent breath bursts, the cold and merciless eyes are full of darkness, the voice of words does not fall, and the figure disappears instantly.

Red practice shows the front, fierce awn cuts through the nine heavy sky, a sword cuts the gods.

The man turns over the palm, Hao Yuan ascends, grabs by force to the red practice.

"Stupidity"

a taunt rings out. In the hands of the devil, the red training power turns to be powerful, and a sword falls, slamming the former out.

The devil's body did not stop. He bullied his body again. The sword fell like a mountain and cut the one who was going forward.

When the sword comes, chaos and evil roar, an ancient and original force swings away and fiercely collides with the supernatural power.

With a roar, the aftershocks are surging, and the devil is as high as ten feet, suppressing chaos and evil.

The fallen half of the body is buried in the earth. The man's face is ferocious, ontological and evil.

Chaos now, like a huge body like a hill, shaking the world.

Seeing this, the devil's body disappeared. He raised his head to heaven with a roar, and his body changed sharply. After winning xuanluo's memory, he first showed his heavenly magic power.The Baizhang devil, standing upright, directly stepped on chaos.

"If you dare to hurt her, try your life!"

The devil's feet fell, and the earth collapsed. Huge cracks crisscrossed to the end of meson space.

At the foot of the devil's body, most of his body is buried in the earth, like a mountain. His blood is in the pool, and his blood is red.