The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the cold night, the Qin sound is ethereal. On the void, the king of hell plays, the killing starts, the artifact and the immortal bell echo, and the spring welcomes people.

The unspeakable terror, the bloody harp wave surging, the void falling, the collapse of everything, a shocking scene.

With the divine Harp in front and the immortal bell in the back, the situation of zhongzun becomes more and more difficult. Whether to block it or not, Qinbo swings away one after another. Don't ask about life or death.

In the mountains, a strong young man looks at the scene in the void, his face shocked. Does the ninth son want to bury all the stars here?

"Dong"

when Qin Bo bumps into the fairy bell, the Eastern Emperor shakes, the bell waves ripple, the sound of Qin and bells crisscross, and the power of terror and destruction shakes the world.

Killing at night, plain clothes flying, cold eyes, can not see the slightest mercy, Yama accept life, forever.

The first World War in Zhongzhou is unforgettable. The memory that the lime gave up to protect each other and never want to remember again makes the heart of knowing one's fate more ruthless.

In the mountains below, the tearful eyes of a woman in a blue dress drop by drop and wet her clothes.

Next to him, airan, who was dressed in red powder, stood still, looking at the figure in plain clothes on the void. After a long time, he sighed in his heart and looked at the woman beside him.

She is the only one who can change so many people in the world.

When can he do the same for her?

"Zun, there's no help"

before the peak, Shenji looked at the situation in the blood light column and sighed.

"Weighing up to now, how can he stay in zhongzun's life? The result of this game has already been doomed," the owner of Xiaoyue said faintly.

"Haven't you ever thought about how chaotic the situation would be if all the celestial domain dignitaries fell?" The worshipper looked at them and said in a deep voice.

"As long as there are people in the place, fighting will exist. It will be sooner or later for the pattern to change. Now, why not?" the owner of Xiaoyue said coldly.

"You are crazy too"

the worshipper of the moon was so angry that he didn't know what to say. The ninth son of the Mohist family was crazy, and the two of them, as the worshippers of the star realm, didn't take it seriously.

"Er"

when they talked, the most terrible thing finally appeared in the void. A statue could not resist the power of the fairy bell, and its body burst open, blood and bones scattered all over the sky, dyeing the night sky into a poignant blood color.

After a long time of planning and planning with great concentration, in the forbidden period of the yellow spring, the figures were blocked and it was hard to escape, so they could only keep fighting against the killing of Shenqin and Xianzhong.

"Huangquan, Zhuxian, and time are indeed the gifts of heaven"

Shenji looked at the dangerous zhongzun and sighed, saying that if there were no donghuangzhong and the ninth son of mohmen, zhongzun might break the ban in a short time, but now they don't have the chance.

"Shenji, do you still insist on the previous view?" Xiaoyue asked the landlord in a voice.

Shenji was silent. After a moment, he nodded and said, "I admit that this son's wisdom and strength are rare in the world. Even we can't despise him. However, his biggest enemy now is not us, but heaven. Heaven's will is hard to do. The landlord should understand this truth better than anyone else. The only reason why people say that man is sure to conquer heaven is that ordinary people don't know the height of heaven In fact, at the beginning, I didn't believe it, but I saw from him what is persistence, the real persistence.

Xiaoyue looked forward and said, "compared with us, we can't believe it No doubt, his road is much more difficult. Shenji, have you ever seen this son have any hesitation, I don't know whether people can really win the sky, but if one person can do it, it will be this son "Xiaoyue Louzhu said calmly.

"So you chose him?" Shenji said seriously.

"I didn't choose him, but reason made me have to choose him. If such a person misses, does Shenji think that there will be a second one? Heaven and earth are not benevolent, taking all things as cudgels, even the four fairylands will inevitably collapse. What's more, you and I have been practicing for nearly a thousand years, and you and I have reached the most critical moment. Every step forward is extremely difficult. What I hope I will see in the future "It's regeneration, not destruction," says Xiaoyue.

"But in my eyes, this son only brings destruction"

Shenji looks forward to the war situation and says.

"Filth needs to be purified. This is the idea of God. Maybe God is right," whispered the owner of Xiaoyue.

"Well?"

The magic machine hears speech, eyebrow wrinkly, way, "why can have this speech?"

"Nothing, you will know in the future"

Xiaoyue gently shakes her head and answers.

On the void, the battle is crucial, the time is coming, and the spring is forbidden. The magistrate who has been waiting for a long time seizes the opportunity of a moment and sends the dead king of hell to his funeral. With a sudden sound, he shakes all the worshippers back a few steps.

"No"

with a sound of "no", everyone's face changed. However, it was too late. When the time came, the East emperor's bell rang, and it was close at hand. Xianwei was shocked.

"Dong"

the fairy bell rings, and the two nearest ones don't respond as well. The bell waves into the body, staggers and vomits red."Now, the killing begins"

plain clothes coldly said that the next moment, the red clothes came out and killed the immortals in a flash.

Incredible scene, is shocked, but also puzzled, double head flying up, looking at the world for the last time, so sorry.

Ling Li's red clothes are like blood, killing immortals in his hands, just like death's coming again. His indifferent eyes look at the remaining statues, heartless and insensible.

The most terrible combination, one is containment, the other is killing, turns the ancient battlefield into hell on earth.

At the same time, apart from the endless void, in the river of tranquil water, a boat floats in the middle of the lake, drifting alone, never landing.

The devil, who guards the tree, no longer kills. Day after day, he waters the immortal peach tree by the lake.

On the Bank of the river, the little girl who practiced the sword became more and more mature. In the absence of aman, she learned to teach martial arts on her behalf, day after day, year after year.

"Sir, I'm finished." after the sword training, Ganoderma lucidum looked at the boat in the lake and said.

After walking out in black, the figure flashed to the river bank, looked at the former and said calmly, "I'll teach you the next move tomorrow. Go back to have a rest"

"Mr. Xie"

Ganoderma lucidum showed a happy face, gave a happy thanks, immediately put away the sword and went home happily.

The little girl left, black dress quietly looking at the side of the tree, deep as the deep yuan eyes can not help but flash a touch of pain.

Soon, the Phoenix body has gone to find the time to ban, this time, will be able to succeed.

In the ancient battlefield, the final song of the king of hell, after wearing a red dress stained with blood, the body of the gods fell from the sky, so dazzling and ironic.

When the devil converges, the good man opens the way to hell. Is it a joke from heaven or a mockery of fate? Who can tell at this moment.