On Qihuang Island, the sound of divine weapons clashing was piercing, the white tiger's sharp claws shook the world, and the sharp light was threatening.
In front of Ning Chen, a green cauldron appeared, a broken immortal weapon with rust and rust, shaking the white tiger's sharp claws.
With a bang, there is no indestructible advantage, indestructible solid, face to face.
The white tiger roared and ordered the heaven and earth. In an instant, the situation in the nine heavens changed, and an angry thunder roared down towards the human beings ahead.
Ning Chen snorted coldly, turning Shuiyue upside down in his hand and slashing upwards, the sword energy broke into the air, and the thunderbolt collapsed in response.
The offensive was restrained, and the white tiger's wings shook, and he immediately retreated. His extraordinary fighting instinct was shocking.
Ning Chen stared, the four-symptom gods are indeed different from other beasts, and their fighting wisdom is no less than that of humans.
Just having the descendants of the white tiger bloodline is so difficult to deal with, if it is the real white tiger god, how powerful it should be.
"Roar!"
The two sides confronted each other, no one rushed to attack, the white tiger roared in a low voice, and was unusually cautious.
"There is a saying in my hometown that a barking dog will not bite. It seems that this statement is true."
When the words fell, Ning Chen's figure flashed past, so close to the horizon, and instantly came to the front of Baihu.
The divine sword slashed, the different light rose, the white tiger raised its claws to shake the divine weapon, the divine weapon showed magical power, and the white tiger was uncontrolled and flew into the sky.
"Roar!"
The white tiger roared, manipulated gravity, and forcibly stopped its figure.
However, for a split second, the upside-down water and moonlight came again, and a sword pierced towards the White Tiger Lingtai.
The white tiger opened its mouth, and the thunder burst out of the air, slamming into the front.
"Get down!"
Ning Chen ignored it, smashed the green tripod in his hand, and with a rumbling sound, the thunder dissipated, and hit the white tiger on the head.
The white tiger fell to the ground, and with a deafening sound, a huge pit was smashed into the ground below, and the dust waves roared and spread hundreds of feet.
In the void, Ning Chen fell down and walked towards the deep pit in front of him.
Suddenly, in the sand and dust, the white tiger burst out, its sharp claws tore through the void and grabbed the human chest in front.
Already prepared, Ning Chen turned his body to the side, raised the green cauldron in his hand, and slammed it on Baihu again with a bang.
With a few bangs, the white tiger smashed one towering tree after another and flew out a hundred feet away.
A hundred zhang away, the white tiger stopped in a state of embarrassment, and the powerful body, after being repeatedly hit hard, was abruptly supported without falling.
Ahead, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes looked at the white tiger who stood up again, put away the divine sword, and greeted him again with the green tripod.
The next moment, a violent crash sounded again, the green tripod smashed the white tiger, the mountain shook, and boulders fell from the top.
The sharp claws were restrained, the thunderbolts failed, and the most powerful attacking weapons were completely suppressed.
Ning Chen didn't move his sword either. He smashed the flying white tiger with his broken cauldron again and again.
Bloodstains appeared on the body of the white tiger, and the ribs and spine were broken several times. However, the pride of the descendants of the four elephants made the white tiger stand up again and again.
"A hundred years ago, I fought with one of your ancestors, and you are far from him."
While speaking, the green tripod in Ning Chen's hand swung again, the rumbling shook violently, and the white tiger smashed and flew out again.
A hundred meters away, Baihu struggled to stand up, but after several attempts, he failed and it was difficult to get up.
"A hundred years ago, your ancestors only had remnant souls, but they brought me a lot of trouble, and you, with the bloodline of the four gods, are weak and useless."
Ning Chen looked down at the white tiger who fell to the ground and couldn't get up, and mocked.
"Roar!"
The white tiger roared in a low voice, and the heavily injured body continued to struggle, but most of the martial bones were broken, and the struggle was unsuccessful.
"I have a qin named Yan Wang, which is the slaughtering artifact of the White Tiger God."
While speaking, the Shenqin in Ning Chen's left hand manifested, and the suffocating aura filled him, making him go mad.
"I have one heart, originating from the demon emperor, and the inherent laws of the emperor's way, the only one in the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, in Ning Chen's right hand, a demon heart appeared, and the emperor's coercion swept all directions.
"I have a sword named Zhuxian, which can kill millions and slay gods." Ning Chen waved, the sword appeared, hovering over the head of the white tiger, and said coldly, "Now I give you two choices, surrender, the divine weapon of the white tiger and the demon emperor. Your heart is yours, and of course you can choose to die rather than give in. In this way, the Sword of Immortal Execution in my hand,
You can dye the blood of the gods again. "
There was a look of horror in the white tiger's eyes. Death is before any creatures will be afraid, and the descendants of gods are no exception.
"Give you time to think about three numbers, three, two"
At the end of the two words, Ning Chen held his sword, and his murderous aura turned invisible.
"one"
As soon as the word fell, Ning Chen's whole body erupted with murderous aura, no longer hesitating, Zhu Xian slashed down.
"Roar!"
At this moment, the white tiger roared in a hurry, no longer caring about his pride, and lowered his head.
An inch ago, Zhu Xian stopped, Ning Chen retracted his sword, and said lightly, "You made the smartest choice."
The gods gathered together, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the white tiger's eyebrows, Ning Chen looked at the descendants of the four gods in front of him, and said calmly, "Give you two hours to repair your injury, and in two hours, join me on the road."
After speaking, Ning Chen stepped aside and waited quietly.
The white tiger roared in a low voice, the matter has come to this point, and he can no longer go back on it. The white brilliance swayed in circles around the white tiger, repairing his body.
Time passed little by little, the sky and the cold moon traveled westward, and the night became darker and darker.
In the silent deep valley, hardly any sound can be heard, and the silence is a bit scary.
Ning Chen stared at the surroundings, and after a long time, he stepped forward and swept toward a towering tree in the distance.
The deep valley is huge, and there is still no end to it for a hundred miles ahead. Ning Chen frowned, this Qihuang Island is strange everywhere, and it seems that it will be difficult to get out of it when you walk into it.
First it was a snake, and now it has encountered a white tiger. Qihuang Island is like an independent small world. The natural evolution of endless years has long ago made it unknown how many terrible existences have appeared.
Xuanqing had previously reminded him not to step into Qihuang Island until he was in the realm of kings, but now it seems that it is not alarmist.
Next, he has to be more careful, finding the Heavenly Talisman is probably more difficult than he imagined.
The moon traveled westward, two hours gradually passed, Ning Chen stepped down from the towering tree, looked at the white tiger who woke up, and said, "Let's go, get out of here."
The white tiger roared in response, and walked forward together.
Just when Ning Chen subdued the white tiger, on the other side of Qihuang Island, a red sword light pierced through the void, and in the shrill whistling sound, a huge fiery red bird spurted blood from its body and fell from the sky.
The figure in red fell, and the familiar face was even more indifferent.
"Suzaku, one person in the world is enough."
The man in red raised his hand, and the suction force came out, swallowing the bird's entire body of demon essence.
In a thousand days, on Qihuang Island, the descendants of Qinglong, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, who evolved naturally through endless years, were all killed, and all their powers were brought together.
To the west, Suzaku looked into the distance, without further delay, swiftly swept away.
There is also the last white tiger. As long as he wins the power of the white tiger, he will gather all the power of the four elephants. At that time, he will be able to break through the current realm and step into the king realm in the shortest time.
The two people with similar faces in different directions are like the moon in the mirror, the phoenix, the vermillion bird, the gods in the fire of different eras.
The two people walking towards each other have the same face, the same swordsmanship, and even the same voice.
In the west of Qihuang Island, Ning Chen took the white tiger all the way forward, the eastern sky, the morning light sprinkled, dispelling the cold of the night.
One person and one tiger, the pace is getting faster and faster, and in front, Su Yi's figure disappears, and the speed is so fast that people's heart palpitates.
The white tiger fluttered its wings to keep up, and the white streamer passed by, but it was always difficult to catch up.
Among the four gods, Baihu and Suzaku have wings and are known for their speed. However, in the face of the mastery of the laws of time and space, they are still slightly inferior.
After another thousand miles, Su Yi stopped. In front of her, there were thousands of tombstones, forming a huge sea of tombs.
In the war of tens of thousands of years, the Qihuang clan fought against the world, countless ethnic groups were killed in battle, and heroes were buried, forming this amazing sea of tombs.
Ning Chen walked past tombstones, and many of them didn't even have names on them. However, there was no doubt that buried under each tombstone were warriors who bravely defended their homeland.
The white tiger walked in the back, and his footsteps were much lighter. The spirituality of the beast made him understand that there was no blasphemy here.
Walking to the sea of tombs, in front of you, a huge stone tomb appeared, like a palace on earth, with many buildings, endless.
Tens of thousands of years passed, and the stone tomb was covered with moss. Ning Chen stepped forward, thought for a moment, and stepped into it.
The gate of the stone tomb has been destroyed. Obviously, someone has been here before him.
The inheritance of the Qihuang family is rare in the world, and it is not strange that someone came to seek fate.
Inside the stone tomb, the light was dim and almost invisible, Ning Chen took out a night pearl to illuminate the road ahead.
Bai Hu curiously glanced at the bead in the former's hand, with interest in his eyes, and secretly wrote it down without making a sound.
Ning Chen didn't notice Bai Hu's abnormality. The divine ban that entered Bai Hu's eyebrows would only warn him when Bai Hu resisted, and at other times, there would be no change.
The stone tomb is huge, with nine turns and ten times. I don't know how long I have walked. It seems that one person and one tiger are still spinning in place, and it is difficult to see anything unusual.
Suddenly, a gloomy wind blew from the front, the chill was biting to the bone, and the white tiger's white hair exploded immediately.
"Don't be nervous, it's a ghost."
Ning Chen looked at the white phantoms floating in front of him, and a condensed color flashed in his eyes. He had seen the existence of Yin spirits more than once, and there was no great threat, but the cause of it was a mystery.
The white tiger opened its mouth, and a bolt of lightning shot out. Immediately, dozens of Yin spirits in front of him were immediately purified, and even embers remained.
Ning Chen ignored it and continued to step forward. The Yin spirits just now were not formed after the death of the Hundred Races, but the Human Race.
In this way, there have been human races in this stone tomb, and even human races have been buried in this stone tomb.
Could it be that the Qihuang family is also a human race? What is the real reason for the destruction of the Qihuang clan by the hundreds of clans? Is it really as Xuanqing said, that the Qihuang clan used the spell to bring disaster to the world, thus causing the anger of the hundreds of clans