The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the starry sky, the Phoenix Fire is all over the sky, the figure of plain clothes, blood hair and black eyes, the king of disease is in his hand, and the killing opportunity is everywhere.

The most powerful Zhiming, three body in one, one hand wind and snow swept, one sword flame rising, the most powerful state, strong pressure magic palace Tiankui.

Between the ten moves, the battle situation tilted, Tiankui was shocked, and his face was unbelievable.

"No disaster, eight risks, a hundred years of the yellow spring"

after nine days of double palms, Tiankui's evil spirit surged like a raging wave, and the evil power shocked the sky.

In the fire of Phoenix, plain clothes pass quickly, and the sword opens the magic waves. In a moment, it is in front of the devil.

"Green Dragon Pendant"

between the two sword palms, plain clothes raised their hands, clasped the devil's shoulder in front of them, and the green dragon roared out, took them, and ran straight into a big star of life not far away.

The shocking scene, in the starry sky, the green dragon roars and bumps into the big star of life in front.

"Cough"

in the fierce cough, on the big star, in the huge pit, Tiankui quickly got out, thousands of feet away, coughed up a mouthful of blood, dyed red and white.

Under the pit, Ning Chen's eyes look at the front, step out, the figure again.

Unbelievable speed, the naked eye difficult to distinguish, Tiankui eyes a shrink, not reaction, only feel throat a tight, body again fly out.

A hundred miles away, a mountain collapsed. Among the falling stones, two bodies went straight through and collapsed one mountain after another.

Tiankui's eyes are extremely shocked, constantly struggling, and then, it's hard to get rid of the arm clasping the throat, violently devouring its vitality.

Thousands of feet high in the air, Zhiming threw his right hand and threw the person in his hand.

Roaring, the white figure fell and raised a hundred feet of dust.

High in the sky, plain clothes swept down, cold eyes, killing machine dazzling.

On the earth, Tian Kui staggered up and looked up at the sky, but he felt a flower in front of him, and his figure in plain clothes came to him again.

Nine days pick up the star, the final style reappearance, double palm plus body, thumping a palm, printed on the chest of the former.

"Er"

with a dull sound, his body flew out. Ning Chen fixed his eyes and moved with his body. Ten miles away, he caught up with the former figure. With a backhand, Tiankui flew straight into the sky.

Below, Ning Chen raised his head, stepped on the foot, straight to nine days.

Ten thousand Zhang high altitude, plain clothes swept to, looking at the figure flying up below, the palm coagulates extremely yuan, heavy palm falls.

"Er"

with a long, sad hum, Tiankui fell down again and fell on the earth with a roar.

In the situation of complete collapse, one move takes the lead, one move suppresses, and one move releases. It really shows the demeanor of the first person in the world under the fourth situation. Its fierce offensive is as strong as the magic palace Tiankui, and there is no fighting back.

In the sky, the figure in plain clothes fell slowly, and walked step by step into the dust waves. He raised his hand to grasp the badly injured demon palace Tiankui, and raised his left hand to penetrate into the former's chest.

Splash of blood, dyed red and white, so dazzling, Tiankui a life gradually weak, scattered black hair, a pair of eyes, no trace of the past style.

Ning Chen turns around and carries the person in his hand. He stomps at his feet and rushes to the starry sky.

On the starry sky, Ning Chen's eyes moved and looked at the figure of the silver gray cloak standing in the distance. With a wave of his hand, he returned the volume of Ming Dynasty. He looked calm and said, "thank you very much."

A word fell, plain clothes swept out, incarnation of Phoenix, speed away.

Hundreds of miles away, in the starry sky, the owner of Xiaoyue raises his hand to take over the scroll of Ming Dynasty. He looks at the figure in front of him and flashes by. Even if he is ready, he underestimates the magistrate.

Silver flash, Xiaoyue Lou Zhu body line dissipated, in a flash, disappeared.

In the devil's land, a place of taboo, in the devil's cave, there is a great shock. In the terrible devil's waves, a solemn voice spreads all over the devil's land.

"A hundred days later, the soldiers will be sent to the prefecture!"

In the devil's land, a strong man was shocked when he heard the words. Is the devil going to pass at last?

Inside the temple, Xie Tiance looks at the broken jade plate in the temple and sighs softly. Tian Kui, di Kui, go well all the way.

At the junction of the three realms, in front of thousands of meteorites, the figure in plain clothes appeared, waved to open the divine prohibition, and swept into it.

In the tenth hall, one of the yama felt that he stepped out and looked at the figure in plain clothes coming down from the sky. A touch of shock flashed by.

Who is the person in the hand of Zhiming? Magic palace Tiankui!

In the open space in front of the hall of the king of facial features, the figure in plain clothes, carrying the heavenly leader of the magic palace, fell down and left it on the earth.

Several streamers flashed by one after another, and Yanluo came to the hall. Looking at the figure on the ground, his eyes were still shocked.

"Prepare to pay homage to miss Yanxia." Ning Chen looks at public, calm way.

The hall of Yama back to God, down in the heart of shock, nod should be down.

On the earth, Tiankui, the dying demon palace, was dressed in white and stained with blood.

"Nvzun"

Ning Chen looked at the woman and said, "have a look, is there any use value?"

The woman often nods, steps forward, stretches out her slim hand, and the faint light spreads out, engulfing Tiankui's body.After a moment, the woman often stops and says in a voice, "there's bad news."

"What's the matter?" Ning Chen opens his mouth to ask a way.

"That demon lord is going to pass soon." The female often corrects the way.

Ning Chen nods, way, "already expect, since this person has no other value, then begin to pay homage to Yan Xia girl."

With that, Ning Chen raised his hand. On the earth, Tiankui's body rose slowly. The next moment, the red flame rose and burned his body.

In front of the fire, a silent Yama stood, silently mourning the death of the king of five senses.

Nanling Jingfeng pagoda is known all over the world. The emperor's daughter, Yanxia, is proud and independent all her life.

In the final World War I, the world's best song, in order not to reveal the secret of the underworld, but also for the safety of the underworld hall, even if the war died, there was no body left.

The burning red flame burns away the body of Tiankui in the demon palace. It is the death of the empress of Tianshu. Life for life.

Standing in front of the flames of the temple of Yama, the heart is heavy, for peace within the boundary, they can give up everything, there are people they cherish, no matter how, no one can infringe.

Phoenix Fire burning, burn all traces, Ning Chen eyes at the front of the flame beating, look calm way, "the responsibility of the king of five senses need someone to continue to bear, we need a new strong to join."

On one side, Wu Qingying said, "now only me and the empress have not taken on the responsibility of Yama. If you can, leave it to me."

Ning Chen shakes his head and says, "it's not suitable. Qingying girl's LiuYe Qin is too hard to hide. It's not suitable for acting in secret. In addition, on the surface, we also need combat power. The candidate of five sense organs king is not suitable for girls."

"Can I?"

On one side, yin'er whispered that some of his strength was not enough.

When they heard the words, they were all in a daze. They looked at Zhiming with doubts on their faces.

Ning Chen turns around and looks at the girl beside him. After a long time, he whispers, "yin'er, all the time, I don't want you to get involved in the war, but everyone has to choose their own way. You must know the responsibility of hell. I'll ask you again, are you really ready?"

Yin'er hesitated at first. After a moment, she looked firm and nodded her head. "I'm ready!" she said

Ning Chen nodded, no more advice, left a turn, an evil mask appeared, handed over in the past, calm way, "since ready, then undertake the mask of Yama."

Yin'er reaches for her hand, takes the mask and covers it on her face. Suddenly, a strong breath rises, and the light overflows, which makes the little girl who has been protecting under the wings of Zhiming take the first step of her growth.

"Yin'er, Shifu respects your choice. From today on, you will be the new king of five senses in the prefecture. However, since you have taken this step, no matter how difficult it is in the future, you should not regret it. Do you understand?" Ning Chen looks at the wench that grows up in front of eyes, the right color way.

"En"

under Yan Luo's mask, Yin Er nods her head hard.

Beside, dusk into snow quietly looking at this scene, no more words, although her heart also don't want this girl to go on this road, but, the road is to go, sound son chose, she can't stop.

"Yin'er, from today on, you will learn sword from me."

Dusk into snow looking at body front wench, tone can't refuse a way.

"Well"

after listening to the sound, he nodded his head and answered.

On the one hand, as Yan Luo witnessed, no one raised any objection. In terms of cultivation, yin'er has reached the reality of stepping on immortals, and there is no one to compare her with. Once she gets angry, no one dares to underestimate her. What she lacks now is only combat experience.

The most important thing is that they urgently need the strength of the heavenly Whisperer in the girl's body. Mortals can communicate with gods, and there are only heavenly whisperers in the world. This is their greatest hope to fight against the Lord of the magic palace.

After the memorial ceremony, everyone returned to their own palace one after another. In front of the palace, mu Chengxue stepped forward two steps. Looking at the sound of entering the palace, he said calmly, "what are you planning on?"

Ning Chen shakes his head and says, "nothing."

"You can hide it from them, but you can't hide it from me. With your concern for this child, if you didn't have any special plans, you couldn't have so easily promised her the throne of hell."

Mu Chengxue's eyes moved and looked at the man beside her, and said in a voice, "you know that yin'er is short of fighting experience, although she has the hairpin of the Western King and several volumes of Tianshu. Her biggest reliance now is to wake up the strength of the Tianyu as soon as possible. It's not difficult or easy. With your character, it's impossible to let this girl die. What are you planning on?"

"The magic Palace's counterattack will come soon."

Ning Chen looks at the girl in front of the temple. A touch of gentleness appears in her eyes. She says, "I'll try my best to arrange the way back. However, people are not as good as heaven. Maybe the next war is our last war. If there is such a day, I can't protect the girl any more. Maybe it's a good thing to let her out ahead of time."

Dusk into snow smell speech, eyes slightly narrowed, although so, but she always feel where there is a problem, really let sound out temper so simple?"Cheng Xue, go back and have a rest. It's been some days since the stars set. Once the news comes back, we'll set out to arrange our retreat."

Ning Chen lightly laughed to smile, ordered a, didn't again many words, turn round toward the distant Yan Luo king temple to walk.