The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Purple Osmunda star field, three gods above, the earth is located in the mainland, ten hall towering, straight into the clouds.

In the palace of Yama, Ning Chen stands still and looks at the corpse of Jun Wentian and the Moon Magic artifact on the ground in front of him. His heart is filled with emotion, which is complex and difficult to understand.

Jun Wentian is absolutely one of the strongest in the magic palace. Apart from the demon lord and the holy division of the magic palace, the existence of Jun Wentian is their biggest threat.

However, no one thought that such a strong man would die in his own hands, which is really ironic.

"It's time for you to keep your promise."

At this moment, chaos volume, a familiar voice came, separated by endless distance, Xiaoyue sound, Tao.

"The news of the landlord is really well-informed, so soon I know that Jun Wentian has fallen into my hands." Ning Chen light should way.

"Seeing things in the world is the most important function of the volume of Ming Dynasty. I'm waiting for you to come here." Chaos volume, Xiaoyue Louzhu's voice sounded again, after a word, restore calm.

Ning Chen is silent. After a moment, he sighs softly and steps forward. However, seeing the wind and snow rolling, Jun Wentian's body is gradually engulfed.

After two breath, the wind and snow dissipated. In Ning Chen's hand, a dark light rising magic eye appeared. The strong and extreme breath still made people palpitating, and there was no change because of the death of his master.

Turning out of the hall, Ning Chen's figure flashed in front of the king's hall and swept towards the starry sky.

Crape myrtle, red Luan star field junction, plain clothes streamer and gallop, no moment gap, quickly toward the front.

Jinxicheng, Xiaoyue Chang'an, on the second floor, the owner of Xiaoyue, dressed in a silver gray cloak, stood still, looked at the young man walking, and said with a smile, "brother Ning really kept his promise. He's coming so soon."

Ning Chen raises his hand. In the dark light of China, a magic eye appears and flies to the person in front of him.

The master of Xiaoyue raised his hand to take over the magic eye, observed it for a moment, and said, "it's a pity that within a hundred years, with this eye, you will surely be the second person in the world to step into the fourth realm. There are so many powerful people in the world

"No matter how good the instrument is, it will take time to realize its potential. Jun Wentian is really powerful, but he is dead now." Ning Chen light way.

"Brother Ning is right."

The master of Xiaoyue put away his magic eyes and said, "no matter how good his talent or ability is, it's useless. By the way, brother Ning thought of dealing with the holy division of the magic palace like this. Now the solution to heaven is more troublesome than the original one."

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "the method of mirror reflection, plus the cultivation of the fourth realm, is almost flawless. For the moment, I have no good way."

Xiaoyue, with a smile, walks to the table, pours a cup of tea and hands it to the former, saying, "I didn't expect that there are still things that brother Ning can't solve in this world."

"People are not saints. They are always powerful. When they are poor, they are just ordinary people. They are no different from others. They are also helpless." Ning Chen took tea cup, light drink, calm way.

"Brother Ning is too modest."

The owner of Xiaoyue said with a smile, "now, the three heritages of Jijia, Beiqi and Butian join hands, and the fighting power of the magic palace has been damaged again and again. Although on the surface, the magic palace is still powerful, there is no doubt that the magic palace is not as invincible as it was when it first came out. Among them, brother Ning's contribution is immeasurable."

"What the landlord wants to say, let's be frank."

Ning Chen is quiet to listen, after a moment, opening a way.

"Oh"

Xiaoyue laughs and says, "the meaning of the landlord is very simple. How did brother Ning send away the underworld at the beginning, and how can he get rid of the holy division of the demon palace now, as long as brother Ning is willing to pay enough."

Ning Chen hears speech, the hand that holds teacup is one shock, even if the mind is firm, this moment also can't help but the heart is born billows.

"What's the matter? Does brother Ning think this method is not feasible? In other words, brother Ning's heart can't be as cold as that. " Xiaoyue said with a smile.

"No one has the right to decide the life and death of others at will, and I can't either."

Ning Chen's expression coagulates, sink a way, "a hundred years ago, I have no choice, a hundred years later, I don't want the same tragedy to happen again."

"But brother Ning can't deny that this is the way to sacrifice the least."

Xiaoyue looked serious and said calmly, "the unity of Ming and chaos, with the power of all living beings, suppresses the power of the fourth realm of the holy division of the magic palace. Although there will be sacrifice, this sacrifice is less than one compared with the killing industry created by the evil palace."

Ning Chen clenched his hands, and his calm heart was full of waves. After a moment, he looked up at the person in front of him and said, "the landlord should know clearly that the two volumes of heavenly books will disappear again. Once the two volumes disappear, even if one day they will regenerate, there is no way to find the huge star field."

"Therefore, the landlord said that brother Ning should be able to pay the price. If you want to take it from the landlord, the price is not small." Xiaoyue poured a cup of tea for her and said with a smile.

"What do you want?" Ning Chen calm way."At the beginning, I said that if I could help you find a way to bring the dead back to life, I would ask brother Ning to exchange his sword. Now, I still have the same conditions. If brother Ning wants to take away the scroll of Ming Dynasty, he should also exchange his sword." Xiaoyue said.

Ning Chen hears speech, Mou son Mi rises, way, "sword?"? I have more than one sword. Which one do you want

"Brother Ning didn't understand the meaning of our master"

Xiaoyue took a cup of tea, took a sip, and said faintly, "I want brother Ning's own sword, not the sword in your hand. I will take all brother Ning's understanding of the sword in his life."

Ning Chen has heard of, the body mercilessly one Zhan, the vision billows ten thousand heavy, the shock is hard to conceal.

"I know that it sounds too shocking and even unacceptable to brother Ning. However, the volume of Ming Dynasty is very important to the owner of this building. If brother Ning wants to take it away, this price is indispensable." Xiaoyue, the owner of the building, calms down.

Ning Chen is silent down, hold the hand of the cup, can't lift also can't put down, even if pass calm again, a time, also can't make a decision.

"Lingxu is followed by ZIWEIXING. Brother Ning, you have no choice. Unless you are sure to stop ZIWEIXING before the magic palace Seng Si Bing launches it, otherwise, it will be irreversible for the boundary to be affected by war."

Xiaoyue looks at the young man in front of him and adds another fire.

"Ka"

the broken sound of the teacup rings, and the tea overflows along the gap between the fingers, with light blood red. Ning Chen recovers from the silence, looks at the owner of Xiaoyue building in front of him, and says calmly, "thank you for reminding, I will give the owner a reply as soon as possible."