The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the sky above the hell hall, the sword is shining, and the enemy is trapped in the yellow spring. At the moment when the years are killing, ten thousand swords are gushing out like a tide, turning into sword rain, cutting the old man in front.

A deadly sword, no longer left hand, sword flow annihilation void, devouring the body of ten ancestors of the Ming Palace.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!"

In the sword flow, the body of the ten ancestors of the Ming Temple gradually collapses, and the vitality that is forbidden by the time dissipates between heaven and earth, and they can no longer return to heaven.

At the moment when the body broke up, the spirits of the ten ancestors of the temple of the underworld came out of the body to see the cultivation of the fourth realm and protect its vitality.

"Sword technique, dragon and Phoenix are buried in heaven"

Ning Chen's face has not changed at all. The Phoenix in his hand turns around, and the dragon and Phoenix are leaping, attacking the spirit of the former.

The spirit is out of the body, and the consciousness has not been fully recovered. The ten ancestors of the hell hall are about to fall. Outside the war situation, Mo Luotian turns his hand and shakes his eyes. Before opening his eyes, Wu Kui of the Bunian Pavilion flashes by and blocks the sword move. He condenses yuan in his hand and blocks the killing move.

"Er"

with a dull hum, the corners of his mouth turned red, and Mo Luo Tianning, who was in a hurry to block the move, was short of money and was immediately hurt.

However, in this short moment, the spirit consciousness of the ten ancestors of the temple of the underworld was gradually restored in the rear, and the eyes opened, and the great pressure swept away.

"If you destroy my body, take your life to pay for it"

the ten ancestors of the hell hall stepped forward, with a special and powerful body, which is hard to understand.

Ning Chen looked at the old man in front of him and said, "only the spirit is left. How long can you hold on? If I can kill you once, I can kill you for the second time"

not far away, the Wukui of Butian Pavilion rushed to the battlefield and stopped magic Luotian again to separate the two sides.

When the ten ancestors of the hell hall step forward and move again, they can see that the red light of the world around them is shining, the light of the sword is dazzling, and the sword power is endless.

"Fair duel, I'm not your opponent, but life and death kill each other, and you'll lose all the time"

the words fall, the red clothes pass, the sky is full of prohibition, the glory rises again, year after year, one hundred years at a time.

"Ah"

with the sound of pain, the spirit of the ten ancestors of the temple of the underworld cracked under the influence of time, which could resist the erosion of heaven and earth, but could not resist the erosion of time.

At the moment when the spirits are about to be destroyed, the ten ancestors of the temple of the underworld are full of light, and the broken spirits are restored again, which is shocking.

Ning Chen stands in the air, looking at the God forbidding that the strength around gradually weakens, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and he has reached the limit. The old monster approaching the fourth realm is not so easy to be killed.

Before his thoughts fell, the ten ancestors of the hell hall flashed by, broke through the shackles of the God's prohibition, and immediately came to the front of him. With a fierce blow, one side of heaven and earth collapsed.

In the collapse of the world, the red clothes swept out, the sword trembled, relying on speed barely avoided the killing.

"The six paths fall together, the demons rob thousands of people, and the supreme forbidden sword"

Fengming passes by, and the red light shines out of thin air. At the extreme moment of the sword, Ning Chen's feet stand in awe, and his body enters nine days. Countless swords circle his body, and then he breaks through the air.

"Doomsday catastrophe"

when the catastrophe opened, heaven and earth were sad, the sword flowed, everything collapsed, and one terrible space gully after another appeared, devouring everything around.

The ten ancestors of the temple of the underworld looked down. Their palms urged the power of heaven and earth, and the law whirlpool rolled to block the sword light falling from the sky.

An instant later, the rumbling drama resounded through the forbidden area of Taichu, and the sword stream broke away continuously, turning into stars and disappearing into heaven and earth.

"Sword style, a sword is invisible"

at the same time, red clothes appear, extremely fast body, extremely fast sword, infinite concentration, scattered around the sword Qi gathering, condensing and unique, breaking to the spirit of the former.

"Er"

the dull hum rings, the sword enters the spirit, the ten ancestors of the hell hall step back several steps, lose their physical body, and their strength weakens to the lowest point, so they can't inherit the extreme path of the sword.

"I said that your weakness is too obvious, just as it was, and it's the same now"

Ning Chen said coldly that the evil spirit on Zhuxian sword erupted, engulfed its body and sealed it into the sword.

"Shizu"

not far away from the war, seeing the spirit of the old man disappear, the God of Moruo was shocked and lost his voice.

"Distracted in the war, the temple master, is it impolite again"

Qi Wenzhu came forward and said faintly.

The magic Luo day returns to God, turns over the palm to block the move, with a thump, the war situation separates.

Ten ancestors will be defeated, this is what he never thought of. Does the ninth son of Mohist have such terrible strength?

Over the hell hall, after removing the ten ancestors of the hell hall, Ning Chen didn't stay much. He took a step, and his figure disappeared instantly.

In the distant war, Ji yuechu and Emperor Mingtian fought fiercely, and the difficult situation could not be solved for a moment.

At this moment, red figure out of thin air, without hesitation, a sword cut to the emperor.

"Well?"

When the light of the sword came, the emperor and the God of heaven turned pale, and the silver halberd cut back to block the light of the sword.

"The scroll of God, the God dances in the sky"

the sword and halberd fight, and the flaw appears. Ji Yue sees it at the beginning, and her whole body is shining with purple light. She claps her hand on the front's heart."Er"

with a splash of blood and a red God's clothes, the two powers joined hands and finally defeated the elephant and suffered the first damage.

"Holy Lord"

a moment's opportunity can't be missed. Ning Chen reminds us that the sword is fierce.

At the beginning of Ji Yue's understanding, she made a seal with her hands, and the God's blood was boiling and echoing from afar. The gorgeous blood light spread and enveloped the body of the emperor.

Emperor Mingtian waved his halberd to block the sword. It was a very powerful sword, and it was hard to make it disappear. The real yuan in his body suddenly surged violently.

After Zhenyuan's death, the whole body of emperor Mingtian was spoiled, and the blood was stripped out, and the God's blood came out and flew to Ji yuechu's body.

Seeing that all the blood of God was about to leave the body, Emperor Mingtian yelled angrily, his hair crown broke, silver light bloomed, and a halberd killed the God.

Ji Yue returns to her senses at the beginning of the day. She blocks the move in a hurry. She can't move quickly. She even takes a few steps back.

Ning Chen congmou, just about to move again, the facial expression suddenly a change, suddenly see toward the sky of the dark temple.

However, on the top of the hall of the underworld, the terrible Valley more than 100 Zhang Long reappeared, and a breath no less than or even better than the ten ancestors of the hall of the underworld quickly awakened and spread.

"Go"

it's not good to fight again. Ning Chen starts the war with one sword and says in a deep voice.

Not far away, Ji yuechu also felt the terrible pressure from the alien space, and no longer hesitated, exclaimed, "retreat"

in every war situation, Ji's family and the two powerful cabinet members heard the order and retreated to the forbidden area.

"Lord, help me"

seeing the strong men in the back of the hell hall pressing hard, Ning Chen began to shout.

At the beginning of Ji Yue's speech, her figure passed by and immediately came behind the former, condensing yuan to lift Qi and penetrating into her body.

When Ning and Chen point to and raise yuan, the flame of Fengming sword gushes out, and the hundred Yang soars into the sky, shining in the world.

At the next moment, the hundred suns fall like rain, and turn the hell hall into a sea of fire.

After the break, the two figures flashed, quickly retreated and disappeared.

In the fire, the Emperor Ming Tian and the devil Luo Tian walked out and looked at the group of people who had gone away, looking very cold.

"How much blood has been taken away?" The devil Luo day opens a way.

"Sixty percent," the emperor replied.

The devil Luo day Mou son one coagulates, unexpectedly is to lose so much, a Mo door ninth son, all of their arrangement is disordered.

After Ji's family and the army of the two halls left, the terrible atmosphere gradually disappeared over the hell hall, and the huge ravines of the split space closed and recovered as before.

Stars, chariots rumble, across the void, the same way back toward the White Emperor star.

In the first World War, the Ji family and the strong of the two halls suffered great losses. The strength of the Ming hall is shocking. After thousands of years of recuperation, if it doesn't make a sound, it will make a sound.

"Holy Lord, we will not go with each other any more, we will go back first"

on the way, Wu Kui, Qi Wenzhu of Butian Pavilion and Lin Xiaohan, the head of Qilin Pavilion, leave one after another. Before we leave, we look at the young people in red not far away. They are all thoughtful.

Three parties respectively, Ning Chen followed Ji Yue early first back to the White Emperor city, in the temple, sit to talk.

"Rather small brother, this time, thank you." Ji Yue Chu looked at the person in front of her, zhengse way.

"The holy master is polite, but I failed to help the holy master recapture all the power of Miss Ji's blood. It's my dereliction of duty," Ning Chen said softly.

"I can't blame you. The strength of the hell hall is the strongest among all the heritages, and it's not easy to have such a result"

at this point, Ji yuechu's words changed and reminded, "brother Ning, those two people from Qilin Pavilion and Butian Pavilion don't look right at you, you should be careful"

"thank you for your reminding"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "don't worry Does it have a great influence on Miss Ji if she can regain all her blood power? "

Ji yuechu shook her head and said, "the influence will be there, but it won't be too big. Yuqing's divine blood is the purest in Ji's family for so many years. It's enough to recapture 60% of her blood this time, and the rest is to take time to cultivate"

"so young people can rest assured"

Ning Chen answered, thought about it, hesitated a little, and finally said, "holy Lord, I have a heartless request, and I hope the Lord can agree to it? "

When Ji yuechu heard the words, she was puzzled and said, "what's the matter, brother Ning? Although you are my friend, I will try my best to meet your requirements"

Ning Chen looked down and said sincerely, "if you want to have a look at the God scroll of Ji's family, you can offer it, even if you exchange it with other heavenly books"

Ji yuechu heard of it and frowned. After a long time, she opened it He asked, "can I know what you want from the scroll of God?"

Ning Chen did not hide his answer: "I have limited qualifications. I have been trapped in the congenital circle for a hundred years. The volume of God is ten volumes of the book of heaven. My strength is beyond the ordinary. Maybe it can help me break this insurmountable barrier"

"it turns out that you really haven't stepped on the immortal yet. Your treasure is really powerful. Even I can't spy on your cultivation "For" Ji yuechu.

"Let the Lord laugh, the younger generation's aptitude is dull, this step, has gone for a long time, has always been unable to succeed," Ning Chen should say."Whether the younger brother Ning knows that the scroll of God is the secret of the holy master of my family, and even several supreme masters in the family are not qualified to practice," Ji yuechu says quietly.

"Know"

Ning Chen nodded and said.

"I want to help you very much, but the volume of God never spreads to the outside world. I can't agree to your request unless"

the voice falls. Ji yuechu looks at the person in front of her and continues, "you have become the person of the Lord of my Ji family"

Ning Chen frowns and says, "what does the word of the Lord mean?"

"You get married with Yuqing," Ji yuechu said.