In the dark night, in the majestic Three Emperors Hall, Ning Chen looked at the first seat of the Three Emperors in front of his eyes and walked up.
The Demon Emperor Kun Yi, the true emperor of the Demon Clan, is a combination of the fate of the Heavenly Demon Imperial Clan, the most powerful emperor in the Primordial Demon Realm, and even the Seven Luminaries and the Eight Desolate Demon Emperors are inferior.
Under the throne, Ning Chen looked at the high throne, and the pace of moving forward became more and more difficult.
Just one throne has astonishing pressure. Kun Yi, the most powerful emperor in the world, is beyond measure.
The ability to mend the sky is terrifying, far surpassing other emperors in the world. Now that the first emperor of the Demon Race is not there, it gives Zhiming the only chance to set foot here.
Around the throne, purple and black luck lingers, and the imperial prestige is permeated, and it is unparalleled. The closer the distance, the more unbearable it is.
Knowing fate, the son of misfortune in the world, he fought endlessly throughout his life, and his hands were stained with the blood of the world, no matter in the world, outside the world, or in the primitive demon realm.
However, after experiencing the pain and pain that ordinary people can't experience in their entire life, the tenacity of knowing fate has also reached a terrifying level.
Under the emperor's power, Ning Chen's body began to crack, blood seeped out, and his clothes were stained with red.
The pain was so clear, but Ning Chen didn't seem to notice it, his firm belief never wavered for a moment.
The only imperial palace in the world that is not guarded by guards, because under the emperor, no one can enter, even if the king is strong, he will break the halberd.
Ning Chen's body, the time and space distance is distorted, under the emperor's prestige, even the laws of time and space are gradually withering.
Step by step, it was difficult and laborious, like a portrait of a lifetime, Ning Chen clenched his hands tightly and ascended to the sky step by step.
At this moment, the Demon Emperor Kun Yi, who was at the far end of the extreme east, felt a sense of consciousness, and his consciousness gradually recovered. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the Three Emperors City.
Someone entered the palace, who was it
Besides Qi Yao and Ba Huang, is there anyone else who can reach that position
The emperor who made up the sky regained consciousness for a short time. After a few breaths, his eyes closed and he fell asleep again exhausted.
Three Emperors City, in Kun Yihuang Palace, under the might of the monstrous emperor, Ning Chen climbed to the sky step by step, getting closer and closer to the throne.
Around the throne, purple-black demons lingered with luck, and the emperor's prestige became more and more powerful, driving people into madness.
"boom"
Seeing that the throne was close to my eyes, suddenly, in the void, the swirling celestial spirits turned into substance, and the majestic and endless imperial might was pressed down. Suddenly, the hall began to vibrate. Under the enormous pressure, the layers of stone steps began to crack. turned into dust.
Behind Ning Chen, the stone steps were stained with blood, so dazzling, he wanted to do something big, and he was burdened.
The last layer of stone steps was in front, Ning Chen stepped up, looking at the throne in front of him, a light flashed in his eyes.
"drink!"
With the success imminent, Ning Chen had no time to reveal his whereabouts.
The green cauldron appeared, and under the impetus of demonic energy, the indestructible Eastern Immortal Realm heavy weapon emitted a faint green light. The next moment, the green cauldron slammed down and crashed into the throne in front.
The immortal weapon and the throne collided, only to hear a terrifying loud noise, and the purple-black air luck surrounding the throne was directly shaken away, losing the protection of air luck, and the throne cracked along the middle of the collision marks.
In an astonishing sight, the first seat of the Three Emperors, which was indestructible by divine weapons, was actually cracked by a broken green cauldron.
After one blow, Ning Chen lifted the green tripod again and slammed it down.
The terrifying aftershock of the collision came, Ning Chen's right arm was almost paralyzed, and he stepped back half a step to stabilize his body.
On the throne, the cracks were getting deeper and deeper, and the shaking didn't stop, and the green tripod smashed down again.
Boom!
In the earth-shattering earthquake, the devastated throne was finally unbearable and collapsed.
The ruined throne was torn apart, and suddenly, an earth-shattering dragon roar came out, and under the ruined throne, a five-clawed golden dragon rose into the sky, and the dragon's majesty shocked the world.
A completely different imperial prestige, completely different from the demon emperor, but equally powerful, heavy and suffocating.
"Dragon Qi!"
Ning Chen looked at the five-clawed golden dragon hovering in the sky, his eyes narrowed, and under the throne of the Kun Yi Demon Emperor, the luck of the dragon clan was actually suppressed.
It was unexpectedly discovered that on Ning Chen's right arm, the Dragon Emperor Sword was imprinted, and it began to recover, wanting to devour the dragon energy.
Seeing this, Ning Chen threw the green cauldron out of his hand, directly covering the five-clawed golden dragon in the void.
Under the cover of the green cauldron, the moment the dragon energy was sealed, Ning Chen's figure moved instantly, swept to the void, raised his hand and pressed it down, the divine forbidden light was extinguished, and the immortal cauldron was sealed.
Inside the green cauldron, the five-clawed golden dragon roared and collided continuously, but it was difficult to break through the immortal cauldron's restraint.
The dragon qi disappeared, and the Dragon Emperor Sword Seal gradually returned to calm and fell asleep again.
Seeing that the Dragon Emperor Sword was restored to its original state, Ning Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. These dragon energy could not be swallowed up by the Dragon Emperor Sword, otherwise, he would definitely not be able to suppress the Dragon Emperor Sword's aura with his strength.
"who!"
At this moment, in the distant sky, a majestic and angry voice sounded, the royal road was majestic and shocking.
Ning Chen looked back and looked at the demon cloud that was coming from the very far distance outside the palace. He sneered at the corner of his mouth, his figure flashed past, and he left the Demon Emperor's Palace.
It was really surprising that the Eight Desolate Demon Emperor came back so quickly.
However, what he has to do has been done, and there is no need to stay.
Not long after Ning Chen left, demonic energy surged in front of the Three Sovereigns Palace, and the Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign appeared, watching the shocking scene in the palace in front of him, murderous intent in his eyes.
Dragon Qi, someone took away the luck of the dragon family!
The dragon family has been destroyed for a long time, who still knows this secret
The Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign looked back and looked at the chaos of the Three Emperors City, his eyes became more and more heavy. Now it is obvious that someone secretly planned all these things for the sake of the Dragon Clan's luck suppressed by His Royal Highness the Three Emperors.
This man is really nasty!
In the mansion of the Thirteenth Prince, Ning Chen appeared. Inside the mansion, the ancient sage in plain white court clothes stood quietly in front of the palace, waiting for the former to return.
When the mission is over, Gu Shengtian will return to the No. 1 Pavilion in the world. The reason why he returns to the Prince's Mansion is just to say goodbye.
Ning Chen looked at the Eastern Realm Lord in front of the hall and said with a smile, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
Gu Shengtian said in a calm tone, "It is a blessing in my life to meet His Highness. I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future, and there will be a period in the future."
"There will be a period later." Ning Chen responded.
Gu Shengtian nodded, and the figure gradually faded away.
After the East Realm Lord left, the Prince's Mansion became quiet again. Ning Chen looked back at the Three Emperors Palace in the distance, his expression light and solemn.
The Phoenix Secret Law is not in the Three Emperors Hall, so the only possibility left is the ancestral land of the demons. Next, we must find a way to lead the two demon emperors to leave.
However, after today's incident, the two Demon Kings must have taken precautions and would not easily fall for it.
"Your Highness"
In the mansion, ghosts filled the air, Yin Ji returned, looked at the thirteenth prince in front of her eyes, and saluted respectfully.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ning Chen retracted his gaze towards the Palace of the Three Emperors, and said calmly, "I will visit the Yinhai Ghost Prison in person in the near future to thank the ghost clan for their help."
When Yin Ji heard the words, her expression was shocked. After a long time, she regained her senses and bowed respectfully again, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Your Highness."
"You've been busy for so many days, you're also tired, go down and rest." Ning Chen said in a gentle tone.
"Um"
Yin Ji nodded, restrained her emotions, turned and walked towards the backyard wing.
"The final battle is finally about to begin." Ning Chen turned his head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. The seventh prince and the eldest prince had all fallen, and the rest of the princes and daughters had also suffered a lot. The royal family itself suffered a lot. The Eight Demons who died in the last battle, the regular combat power of the Demon Imperial Family has been damaged
Lost nearly half, internal worries, foreign troubles, the invincible demon royal family is no longer what it used to be.
The remaining three princes were not the favorites of the two demon emperors, Qi Yao and Ba Huang, and he did not need to rush to remove them. He kept Xuan Qing, who was also the most powerful and powerful ninth prince among the princes who were not princes. kind of restraint.
Now that his mission in the Demon Imperial City is over, it's time to prepare for the next big battle.
In addition, there is another thing that he also cares about, that is Xuan Luo's life and death.
The existence of Xuan Luo is always a hidden danger. If Xuan Luo died in the hands of the Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign, it would be a lot of good news for him.
In the Sea of Samsara, Ning Chen looked at the far northwest sea area, where the aura of the Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign erupted before, he had to go again.
The night was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold wind was blowing, adding a bit of chill to this icy night.
In the darkness of the night, thoughts flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, Hua Fa dancing in the wind, dazzling.
Just at the time of the chaos in the primitive demon realm, the sky outside the sky, the Ziwei star field, and the demonic energy permeates the sky. The scale king, the head of the six kings of the scale clan, stands in the boundless starry sky. The blood mist all over his body is filled with blood and continues to spread in all directions.
The formation of sacrifices, the ancient forbidden method, once appeared in the world, where the blood fog passed, life was smashed, and all things withered.
With the scale king as the center, the big stars began to wither, and the souls gradually turned into death stars in the sorrow.
In front of the scale king, a golden hairpin floats up and down, and the dragon and phoenix are coiled. The famous ancient Xiwang hairpin continuously absorbs the spiritual energy in the blood mist, and becomes stronger day by day, vaguely reappearing the power of the ancient gods. .
Ten days later, in the Ziwei star field, a silver-grey cloak walked out of thin air, looking at the scale king in the endless blood mist, a little stream of light flashed in his calm eyes.
Not long after, in the starry sky, a mysterious shadow with white hair walked out, and beside the devil, the Eternal Night Sect's daughter stood quietly, accompanying her all her life, never leaving her.
"This is the source of the disaster for the future of the human race. Marquis Zhiming ran to the primitive demon realm to create a lifeline for the people. However, now it seems that Marquis Zhiming's time is not enough." In front of the two, the landlord Xiaoyue spoke calmly. road.
"I will buy the time he needs."
The demon in black clothes and white hair stepped forward and looked ahead with cold eyes. After many years, his demonic nature became more and more amazing.
"After the opening of the ancient battlefield, although you each have a chance, but you are still far from the peak king of the original demon realm, this time, I will help you." The landlord Xiaoyue said.
"It's a job." Xia Ziyi did not refuse, and took a step forward. The black feathers scattered in the sky, the twelve sin wings reappeared, and the magic power swept the Jiuzhongtian.