The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Above the water, the light of the sword soars into the sky. The four swords are against the world and collide with the four swords of Zhuxian.

The sword engraved in heaven and earth can destroy heaven and earth and reappear the power of archaic immortal sword.

Eight swords, extreme collision, instant silence, is the scene of destruction. Four Swords break down and make waves.

In the afterwave, the Four Swords fell silently and inserted into the earth. The sword was bright and dim.

The four swords that accompanied Zhiming through his whole life were all severely damaged.

On the horizon, Zhiming's soul power was almost completely burned up, and the oil was completely exhausted. There was no time for him to look back for the last time. The sword spirit of his whole body dissipated, and the soul body also dissipated.

In this life, he did his best.

Below, the ghost girl's eyes in white armor slowly opened, empty and cold.

Life and death boundaries, reverse reincarnation and return of the ghost girl, consciousness seems to stay in the abyss of death, beautiful eyes can not see the slightest anger.

Feeling the change of the sky, the ghost girl looks up and looks at the disappearing figure in the sky. After a moment of confusion, the figure flashes to the end of the sky.

Thousands of reincarnation of the obsession, already deep in the soul, ghost girl raised her hand, majestic life aura constantly poured into the body of the former.

Yama, the God in charge of the world of death, uses the supreme power to separate Yin and Yang, leaving the soul of knowing fate in the world.

At this moment, on the boat in the lake, the extraordinary light flourished, and millions of complaining spirits broke away from the book of heaven and rose to the sky.

"You have risen. It's time for the magistrate to return what he promised us. He must die!"

In the majestic resentment, twisted and hateful faces appear, hovering in the sky. The resentment of millions of living beings, immortal, fills the whole world.

"Does it work?"

Above the void, the ghost girl's empty eyes move over, looking at the filled resentment between heaven and earth, the majesty of the monarch of the death world erupts, frightening millions of resentments.

"The following transgressions, imprisoned for a hundred years"

between the words, the ghost girl's right hand was raised, and the ghost gas filled the air, engulfing all the resentments in the sky.

"Lingling"

at this time, at the end of the world, the silver bell rings, and sanzun dragon corpse comes with the fairy sedan chair. In a flash, he comes to the two people.

In the fairy sedan chair, a woman in a red wedding dress walked out, wearing a red cap on her head to cover her beautiful face. With the same breath and the same oppression, it was difficult to tell the true from the false.

"Save him" ghost female mouth, tone without fluctuation way.

The woman in the red wedding dress nods, takes the soul body to the immortal tree, turns over her slim hand, and smashes the only immortal medicine in the world.

In an instant, the source of life overflows and distorts the world.

A moment later, all over the sky, the ghost flame rose and forced the immortal peach tree into the soul body.

The ghost flame burns practice, the cathode generates Yang, the Phoenix source recovers, and devours the fire yuan of heaven and earth madly.

Outside the Mishui River, several old monsters of Zhenjing, who have barely survived, look at each other and rush forward without hesitation.

"Yandi"

the woman in Dahong wedding dress holds her right hand. In the red light, a purple golden sword appears. At the moment of starting, the fierce sword pressure sweeps away.

The emperor of hell moves, and the spring of the yellow spring is revealed. Several old monsters of the real world join hands to accept the call, and a dramatic shock is heard, and the night sky is stained with blood.

The immeasurable accomplishments of the six realms have fallen into a disadvantage.

Without words, there was no gap. The figure of the woman in Dahong wedding dress came again. The sword opened in the yellow spring, and three heads flew up. The scarlet gushed and fogged people's eyes.

"Retreat"

the three old monsters in Zhenjing changed their faces greatly, but it was too late to retire immediately.

When the red light came, the Emperor Yan took his life and died.

Thumping fall of the body, blood red earth, killing under the night, so shocking.

After several breaths, the battle was over. The woman in red waved her sword, looked back at the ghost girl not far away and said, "gone"

the ghost girl nodded and walked away. Her empty eyes never had the slightest color.

Two people walk into the fairy sedan, three dragons set out again, pull the fairy sedan far away, after a moment, disappear in the dark.

"If there is an afterlife, you will be my minister and I will be your king, and I will live up to it all my life"

in the dark, it seems that the voice from archaic times reverberates between heaven and earth, the ghost girl of Luocha, the hell king, the end of reincarnation, waiting for the day of meeting.

On the banks of the Mishui River, in the endless burning ghost flame, the soul of Zhiming rises and falls, and the Phoenix bathes in the fire. Gradually, it merges with the origin of the immortal tree and retains the next ray of life.

Lime came and looked at the illusory figure sleeping in the fire, with tears flashing in her eyes.

"Shifu"

yin'er reaches out her hand and wipes the tears on her face, crying sadly.

Lime raised her hand, rubbed the head of the former and said, "stop crying. There will be danger here at any time. Let's take your master first.""Well"

Yiner wiped away her tears and responded obediently.

Lime raises its hand, and its whole body is full of brilliance. A green lotus appears, and the lotus breath curls around it. It protects the soul of destiny in the ghost flame.

"Can master recover?" The sound son sobs a way.

Lime definitely nodded and said, "can"

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A hundred years later, in the Forbidden Space of Tianyin Pavilion, the chains are shaking all over the sky. In front of the sound mill, the breath of a woman in a white dress is rising, and the iron rope on the pipa bone of her shoulders is pounding open.

"Mu Chengxue"

the leader of Tianyin Pavilion appeared, looked at the woman in front of her, and said, "a hundred years has come, you are free"

mu Chengxue walked out, saluted respectfully, and said, "thank you, leader of Tianyin Pavilion"

"you don't need to thank me, we are just a fair deal, come with me, Zhiming Hou is not in the boundary now, there are too many things happened in the past hundred years, you need to go before you leave You should know, "the master of Tianyin Pavilion said calmly.

Dusk into snow nodded and followed.

The pavilion in the mountains, Tianyin pavilion with dusk into snow came, a Tianyin Pavilion disciple get out of the way, some new disciples look strange looking at the lady in white behind the pavilion leader, face doubt.

Who is this person and why have you never seen him before?

"Qingying"

the master of Tianyin pavilion looks at the woman who is the head of all the disciples and says.

"Master"

Wu Qingying comes forward and salutes respectfully.

"Tell her about what happened in the past 100 years and the situation of Zhiming Hou," the leader of Tianyin Pavilion said calmly.

"Yes"

Wu Qingying takes orders and looks at the woman in white in front of her with a sigh in her heart.

For a hundred years, she has not changed at all. Unfortunately, the road of the magistrate has come to an end.

Dusk into snow looking at the former look, eyes slightly congealed, way, "what happened?"

"It's hard to say"

Wu Qingying sighed and said, "although I don't know where Zhiming Hou is now, it's certain that his longevity has come to an end"

when dusk Chengxue heard the words, she trembled and said in disbelief, "how can it be that he hasn't stepped on the immortals for a hundred years"

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