The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The kingdom of fire, the king's palace, the master of ink appears, and the wind and cloud will come.

Seeing the former, the fire master's face turned cold and said, "you are here as expected"

"I haven't seen you for many years. I always want to come to see my old friend." Mo Master said slowly.

"Do you and I have such a friendship"

the fire master drinks deeply and holds his hand. The fire halberd absorbs the power of the eight wastelands. The fire yuan is powerful, roaring wildly, and the world is booming.

Seeing this, the ink master raised his right hand and gathered the colorful light to illuminate the void.

With a bang, the two powers met for the first time, and the boundless fury surged. The whole palace was prosperous, and the aftereffects of the war were scattered between heaven and earth.

"Seven rainbow burial day"

the magic reappeared, the sun was revealed, the amazing power, and the fire kingdom was annihilated.

"Drink"

when the fire Lord roars, the flow of anger in all directions turns rapidly, and the huge whirlpool swirls around the body, and immediately a halberd is cut down to shake the magic.

The two moves collide with each other, and the earth moves and the mountains shake. The confrontation between the two powerful people in the real world of stepping on immortals has endless aftereffects, and they are constantly shaking from the palace of the king.

Not far away, Ning Chen protects yin'er and watches the battle quietly. He can experience the power of a strong man in the second realm of stepping on immortals.

He has a big enemy. His strength is not weaker than that of the real strong, and he may appear at any time. Therefore, he must know more about the fighting methods of the strong at this level.

This person is xuanluo, the real devil in the devil.

Xuanluo's strength after breaking the seal should be a little weaker than that of Mo Zhu. However, many years of seal in the magic wheel sea underground palace has greatly damaged xuanluo's vitality. In addition, he has lost half of his body before, so he is no longer at his peak.

Therefore, it can be inferred that xuanluo in his peak period is likely to be the strongest one in the real world, even comparable to the real world.

"Big trouble"

Ning Chen's eyes flashed, hoping xuanluo's injury would take more time to recover.

In addition, after solving the problem of Feng's body, he must also start to cultivate the supernatural power of the demons from xuanluo as soon as possible. Otherwise, the next time he meets, his chance of winning is still slim.

Xuanluo can find him according to the induction of power, which is the biggest disadvantage, which means that no matter where he goes, xuanluo is likely to find him.

In his mind, the battle between the two powers became more and more intense in the main hall. Although Mo Zhu came, his fighting power was still terrible. His actions and actions shook the situation.

On the other hand, the fire Lord, with the strength of Yancheng's earthly veins, has a steady stream of strength, and is even with the ink Lord.

With a bang, the ink master raised his hand to shake the halberd. In the aftershock, the powerful fist was added to the body, and the ink master's mouth turned red for the first time.

"Are you out of breath?"

Master Mo turns his hand and shakes off the war.

"Not yet"

the fire master drinks coldly, the fire halberd dances the power of the fire yuan, and the eight wasteland fire dragons appear in the world, roaring and rushing to the former.

"Magic, Yin, Qing, yuan and Xu"

the ink master raised his hand, the power of the extreme cathode and Yang spread, a round of yin and moon appeared, and black and white reflected each other, reappearing the power beyond the law.

Rumbling and shaking, the eight wasteland fire dragons collide with the Yin Moon Magic, the terrible big bang rings, the array is out of sight, outside the king's city, the wild sand is thousands of Li, straight for nine days.

"Tick"

with a light sound, the fireman's blood fell from the corner of his mouth and was injured for the first time in the war.

"Fire Lord, I'm so embarrassed"

just then, outside the main hall, a figure in purple, full of domineering, suddenly shows his identity. The overlord on the sword reappears in the world.

"Marquis in purple"

Qi Huan's eyes narrowed, looking at the man who appeared in the war, his face turned pale.

"Laoba" ink master opened his mouth and said.

"Yes"

the words were just falling, the silver light gathered, and a beautiful shadow with silver clothes and silver hair came out and stopped in front of the marquis in purple.

"Ling Luo Zhen"

seeing the woman standing in front of him, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the purple Marquis, and he said faintly.

"You can't enter this hall"

Ling Luo Zhen stood in front of the king's hall, separated the war situation and walked slowly.

"It depends on whether you have the ability to stop me"

with one word, the light of the sword flashed, and the domineering sword cut open the void and forced me to come.

Ling Luo Zhen turned his hand to shake the edge of the sword. With a sharp shock, the whole earth was surging.

"The reaction is not bad, but it's still too weak"

in the continuous confrontation, heaven and earth are sinking, Hou Ningyuan in purple is in the sword, a sword is shining, and the sharp force is destroying everything.

The real body of Ling Luo moves, the power of extreme Yin converges, and the torrent surges against the sword light.

The battle situation of the second side fell into a white heat in an instant, and the sword palms fought each other, killing them with awe inspiring brilliance.

Inside and outside the palace, there were two battles. Four powerful men stepped on the immortals, and their power was shocked. One after another, there was a loud noise, which rang through a hundred Li.

On the other side, Qi Huan blocked the help of 13 guards, nine green frost pearls, and pressed the crowd.

In the main hall, Ning Chen became the only one who didn't fight. He looked at the war situation and watched it carefully.

The situation was obviously gradually biased towards the Mohist side. The decisive advantage of combat power made this battle unfavorable to Huoguo from the beginning."Lao Jiu, the fire field is seven hundred miles to the east of the city. I'll tell you later. Now you go there immediately to get back the fire spirit." in the war situation, master Mo turned his hand and opened his mouth.

"Yes"

Ning Chen nods, turns the sound into streamer and sweeps to the East.

Seeing someone leave, the fire master's face suddenly sank, and his halberd broke Wanjun. He wanted to stop it.

However, the ink master moved with him, and the colorful rainbow crossed all the way.

In the east of Yancheng, seven hundred miles away, the endless mountain appeared in black and swept towards the mountain.

With a sound in his ear, Ning Chen quickly finds the location of the fire field. With a grip of his left hand, the white rainbow appears, the double swords rotate, and the extreme sun rises, cutting into the void ahead.

The world shakes violently, the dreamland collapses, the scene changes, and a strange world appears.

The flames of heaven and earth, one after another big cracks appear, fire gushing, straight to tens of feet high, shocking.

All around the fire, the lines are out of sight, and the air is covered. From the outside, there is only a mountain range stretching thousands of miles.

When Ning Chen stepped in, he suddenly felt that the temperature around him was getting higher and higher. His strong sense of oppression was better than that of Fengshui forbidden area.

A hundred miles away, in a huge mountain pass, the power of the fire wave reaches its peak, and the extremely high temperature distorts the burning world, which makes people dare not approach.

Ning Chen leads yin'er to show up and jump into the mountain. Feng Yuan rises and blocks the surging fire waves.

"It's so hot here," she said in a delicate voice, wiping her brows with sweat.

Ning Chen's breath was even worse. He tried his best to protect the little girl and said in a soft voice, "bear it, and you'll go out soon"

in front of him, the flaming rock was gushing. Standing in the magma on a huge stone platform, red spars rose and fell, about 20 to 30 times. The power of the mighty fire element overflowed and turned, which was extremely beautiful.

Ning Chen's figure flashed over and swept to the stone platform. With a wave of his hand, he collected ten of them.

"Take it all away," Yin Er raised her head and suggested.

"Don't use it"

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "master Mo knows the way to enter here. He must be very clear about how many fire spirits there are. Since he said to take ten, he would take ten. There's no need for him to be on guard because of small things and big losses"

"Oh" whispered and looked at the remaining ten fire spirits. There's no treasure Take it. It's a nuisance.

"Let's go and go back. It's important for the Phoenix body. If you have a chance, you can come back and pick it up again"

seeing the little girl's reluctant eyes, Ning Chen said softly, stepped out and left.

At this moment, Ning Chen at the foot of a sudden meal, eyes look down to the fire, flashed cold.

Under the ground fire, the eyes that look at each other are similar and indifferent, just like mirror images, reflected in the eyes that look at each other.

"Rosefinch!" Ning Chen cold voice spits out two words, way.

The words did not fall, the fire gushed, a red figure swept out, similar appearance, similar breath, since the ancient times has been doomed to incompatible fire gods, meet again.

"Phoenix, we meet again," said rosefinch.

Ning Chen waves, too beginning to appear again front, looking at the person in front of you, kill machine silk not to conceal.

"It seems that we can only meet each other in arms"

the rosefinch's right hand is empty, and in the flowing light, the red plumes gather and condense into a red magic weapon, which is cold and red, and constantly overflows.

When two people fight again, between the heaven and the earth, the old voice rings out and spreads into Ning Chen's ear.

"Lao Jiu, take the fire essence and come back immediately"

hearing Mo Zhu's urging body, Ning Chen frowns, waves his hand to put away the sword, steps on his feet and sweeps toward the exit.

In a flash, the black clothes left the fire area and disappeared.

Looking at the shadow of the former leaving, in the hands of the rosefinch, the sword edge is scattered, and a pair of eyes are slightly narrowed.

The phoenix of this generation has lost too much inheritance, and it is difficult to use its talent. It is the best chance for him to devour his body and reappear the power of his ancestors.

In the palace of fire Kingdom, the two sides are still fighting. The main force of ink is pressing the Lord of fire Kingdom, and the power of magic is hard to stop. Every move brings incomparable pressure to the Lord of fire.

Outside the Royal Palace, the real power of Ling Luo is to block the marquis in purple. His whole body's prestige is far beyond the ordinary empty state and infinitely close to the real state.

With the power of extreme Yin, the Lord of the eighth peak of Mohist sect shows his amazing ability, and he is actually forced to block the purple marquis in the later stage of reality.

Ning Chen came back, just about to enter the war, he was stopped by an old voice.

"Lao Jiu, Lao Wu, you don't have to deal with the affairs here. Business is the most important thing. Let's leave." in the war, Mo Zhu said calmly.

Hearing this, Qi Huan felt a sigh in his heart. He got out of the war and came out of the hall.

"Ninth younger martial brother, let's go," Qi Huan said.

Ning Chen brow wrinkly, didn't ask much, should the fluctuation in the heart, step to follow up.

As soon as they left, the void rolled and two figures appeared. Without saying a word, they joined the battle.Outside the burning city, Ning Chen looked back at the rear, and his eyes flashed a touch of congealing color.

Just now, Ling Luo's state is not right. With his strength, it should be impossible to stop the purple marquis.

"Nine younger martial brother, think less, ask less, and concentrate on doing things," Qi Huan reminded.

Ning Chen returned to God, nodded again, and left together.

After the two men left, a powerful force burst out in the palace of Yancheng, and the whole palace collapsed. The colorful rays of the sun shone on the heaven and earth, obliterating everything in it.