The long night was long, and in the Prince's Mansion, Su Yi's figure looked at the east and waited quietly.
In the sky, the brilliance of dawn gradually dispelled the darkness, and the first ray of morning light sprinkled the color of the earth, and above the void, the magic energy surged with amazing intensity.
coming!
Ning Chen's expression was slightly condensed, and he looked up at the sky, finally waiting.
"The thirteenth prince obeyed."
On the void, a powerful breath walked out, holding the imperial decree, and said, "The Demon Emperor has a purpose, ordering the thirteenth prince to immediately go to the northern battlefield to assist Prince Xuankong in resisting the army of the Wu clan."
"Yes!"
Ning Chen respectfully saluted.
"in addition."
The messenger looked at the thirteen princes in front, and said solemnly, "His Royal Highness, the two demon emperors have spoken out to make them fully responsible for the important task of peace talks. This is the demon emperor's order from the Seven Luminaries Demon Emperor. If necessary, His Royal Highness can directly talk to the two demon emperors. A demon king."
"The minister accepts the order."
Ning Chen stretched out his hand to take the Demon Emperor's decree and said solemnly.
"Ganthar, come out"
The imperial order was issued, and the messenger looked at the void ahead and said.
The voice fell, the void was violently twisted, and an illusory figure appeared, a girl with a plump figure, with ribbons flying all over her body, floating in the sky, and the beauty was fascinating.
"From today, you are responsible for protecting the safety of His Highness the Thirteenth, understand?" the messenger said sternly.
"Yes!"
The girl Yingying gave a salute and said.
Gandalf? Eight Congregations!
When Ning Chen heard the words, his expression was startled unconsciously, the eight demons in ancient mythology, they are still alive
He had heard that a long time ago, the Heavenly Demon Royal Family had eight guardians, who were extremely powerful, and were named the Eight Tribes, making them famous for a while.
However, in the ancient times, the eight tribes fell one after another in the battle with the celestial beings, and none of them survived.
If the legend is true, what is the explanation of the eight groups in front of you
"His Thirteenth Highness, time is running out, leave as soon as possible."
On the void, the messenger reminded, the figure merged into the void and disappeared.
Ning Chen regained his senses, looked into the distance, and a condensed color flashed.
"Your Highness, please."
The girl-like Gandalf spoke up and said calmly.
Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the outside of the mansion.
In the back, the collapsed palace was in a mess, and the gate of the palace was closed, hiding everything from sight.
On the northbound road, the two figures galloped away one after the other. The speed was beyond imagination.
Ning Chen didn't keep his hand, the laws of space circulated around his body, so close to the end of the world, and a hundred miles away in an instant.
In the back, the girl stepped lightly with lotus steps and followed behind with a calm expression, without a trace of labored expression.
In front of him, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped a little faster.
Under the rising sun, the two extremely fast speeders passed by one after the other, like two meteors, passing by in a blink of an eye.
Half a day later, on the northern territory, the speed of the two slowed down. Ning Chen stopped, looked at the girl behind him, and said, "How many people are left in the Eight Demons?"
"Since it is called the Eight Congregations, there are naturally eight people," Gandalf replied.
"Ancient legend says that all the eight tribes were killed in battle, is this true or false?" Ning Chen said solemnly.
"real!"
Gandharva said calmly, "However, we are resurrected again."
"Um?"
Hearing this, Ning Chen frowned, resurrection, how could it be possible
In this world, no one knows better than him how difficult it is to bring people back to life, or even say it is impossible.
Except for the creator god of Qijue Tianjie, he has never heard of anyone who can create life.
"His Royal Highness, is there anything else you want to ask? If not, then continue on your way." Gan Da Po said indifferently.
"Yes, one last question."
Ning Chen's mouth curved slightly, looking at the former's flat chest, he smiled, "Are you a woman or a man?"
According to legend, there are no women in the Eight Demons, just the person in front of them, which makes people believe that it is a man.
When Gan Da Po heard the words, anger flashed in her eyes, but without answering, Lian walked over and hurried forward.
Ning Chen sneered, and without further delay, chased after him.
In the northern territory, the war was continuous.
The destruction brought about by the war can be seen everywhere, and countless people in the Demon Realm have been displaced and homeless.
In war, whether it is good or evil, it is always the people who suffer, ancient and modern.
In front of the Wu clan army, the twelve witch queens stood in the air, pressing step by step, attacking city after city.
Emperor Gou ordered them to advance as quickly as possible, regardless of the gain or loss of a city, to reach the hinterland of the original Demon Realm as soon as possible.
Three thousand miles away, the cloud of demons was rolling. In front of the army of 80,000 demons, the fifth prince of the demons, Xuankong, stood between heaven and earth.
The strength of the witch army is extraordinary, and the strength of the twelve witch queens is beyond imagination. This war is getting more and more difficult.
Just when the two armies were about to confront each other again, in front of the army of demons, a beautiful shadow appeared, and a powerful demonic energy surged, attracting people's attention.
At the same time, on the ground below, Su Yi's figure walked out, a fierce sword qi that could divide the world.
"The thirteenth prince, and also, Gandalf!"
Seeing the two of them, Xuan Kong's expression was slightly condensed, and the eight tribes were also dispatched.
"I have seen Uncle Fifth."
On the ground, Ning Chen looked at the figure in the sky and respectfully saluted.
"Don't be too polite."
Xuan Kong said in a condensed voice, "Did the two demon emperors send you here?"
"Um"
Ning Chen nodded and said, "In this battle, why don't you let your nephew join the battle."
Xuankong looked at the young man below, and after a while, he said, "The Twelve Witch Empresses are all strong in the middle and late stages of the King Realm, are you sure?"
"Winning is not easy, delaying is not difficult." Ning Chen replied.
Xuankong heard the words, thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, the first round, you will come first."
"Thank you, Uncle Fifth."
Ning Chen thanked him, stepped forward, and swept forward.
In the void, Gandalf frowned without leaving a trace, and followed with steps.
This thirteenth prince is really going to ask for trouble, and he wants to fight when he first arrives.
"Wait a minute."
In front of the demon army, Xuankong looked at the eight tribes who looked like girls in front of him, and said.
Gandalf stopped, looked back at the fifth prince of Tianmo, and said calmly, "What is the prince's order?"
"Eight tribes, how many people are awakened?" Xuankong said in a deep voice.
"For now, it's just me."
Gandalf said something calmly, and without saying more, turned around and chased after him.
On the battlefield of the two armies, the Prince of Heavenly Demon invited to fight, his sword energy penetrated the sky and the earth, and the sword light that rose into the sky criss-crossed and was extremely dazzling.
In front of the Wu clan army, the twelve witch queens stopped and looked at the young figure on the ground in front of them, with strange colors flashing in their eyes.
What a powerful sword energy, this person should be the thirteenth prince of the Tianmo royal family.
The two sword masters of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family, a fourth prince, the number one sword in the world, Xuan Qi, are far away in the southeast battlefield, and it is impossible to appear here.
The other is the disciple of Jiuyou Demon Sovereign, the thirteenth prince of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family.
"I'll come this time."
Among the twelve witch queens, a woman in green walked out and said softly.
"be careful."
Not far away, another witch queen opened her mouth and reminded, "Although the thirteenth prince of the devil is not high in cultivation, his swordsmanship is rare in ancient and modern times. Don't underestimate the enemy."
"I understand"
The witch queen in green nodded, her figure vacated, and she swept toward the battlefield ahead.
In the battlefield, Ning Chen stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and the light of the sword continued to gather.
Feiyu Witch Queen's expression was slightly condensed, her slender hands were vacant, and a long green sash appeared, three feet long, soft like a snake's body.
In the blink of an eye, Ning Chen swung his sword, and between heaven and earth, thousands of swords were displayed, and they swept straight to the witch queen.
Feiyu Witch Queen waved the long sash, the green brilliance flourished, and a huge vortex appeared, blocking Wanjian.
The sword energy and the long ling collided, and the confrontation between the rigid and the soft, Wan Jian submerged into the whirlpool, without causing any waves and disappearing the invisible.
In the sky, seeing this, Gan Da Po flashed a condensed color in her eyes, trouble, this witch queen who played in battle, the move just restrained the thirteenth prince.
In front of the demon army, Prince Xuankong also saw the unfavorable situation of the battle ahead, and his expression condensed.
The twelve witch queens of the witch clan each have their own strengths, and this is the most difficult part to deal with. No matter who they are on their side, the twelve witch queens can basically find a way to restrain them.
In their thoughts, in the battlefield of the two armies, the sword light reappeared, and Ning Chen stepped forward, bullying the woman in front of him.
Feiyu witch stared at her eyes, raised her hand to attract Yuan, and the spiritual energy gathered around her body, and a majestic palm burst out of the air.
Ning Chen swung his sword against the former's palm, and with a loud bang, the figure retreated a hundred feet.
A hundred meters away, Ning Chen fell to the ground, stepped forward, and turned back.
A sword pierced the air, preemptively attacked, and the sword was majestic without leaving behind, destroying the dry and pulling the rotten.
Feiyu Witch Queen's body was as motionless as a mountain, and she waved her long lingerie, using softness to overcome rigidity and dispel the sword energy.
Suddenly, Queen Feiyu's expression changed, her figure flashed past, and she retreated several dozen meters away.
But when he saw the long ribbon, nine dim lights followed him like a shadow, catching up quickly.
"That is?"
In front of the Wu clan army, the expressions of the eleven witch queens sank. Nine changes in the mysterious solution of the Nine Nether Demon Sovereign
Mysterious interpretation is in this world, and the murderous intentions are endless. Fei Yuwu's figure swept away, avoiding one after another killing light, and danger was looming.
Zhirou Changling, facing the unpredictable nine transformations of Xuanjie, lost the effect of restraint just now, and her power was greatly reduced.
On the ground, Ning Chen stepped over, and his figure swept out again, the Shuiyue sword in his hand was upside down, and the sword pierced the sky.
Thousands of zhang turbulent, split the sky, I saw a huge crack in the sky above the battlefield, which was shocking.
The sword qi burst into the air, Feiyu Witch Queen's expression changed, her body was raised to the limit, and the long ling was coiled heavily, blocking her.
With a loud bang, the heaven and earth rumbled, the sword energy shook the long silk, and the sword power quickly dissipated.
At the same time, in the void, nine dark lights swept over again, and the nine transformed into a sharp sword, slashing at the woman in front again.
With a bang, Jiu Bian broke the long velvet, and the sword energy permeated the body, bringing out a waterfall of brilliant blood flowers.
At the moment of crisis, in front of the Wu clan army, a figure in white swept out, and in an instant, swept to the battlefield.
The palm that shook the world, burst out through the sky and the sea, and the power surpassed Feiyu Wu, and slapped Zhiming to stop the battle between the two. At this moment, above the void, the figure of Gandalf disappeared, swept into the battlefield, and slapped out the same palm to meet the white-clothed witch.