Beyond the sky, the crape myrtle star field is filled with demon clouds, and the stars in the sky are eclipsed.
The calamity of the scale clan has affected several life stars, life has been wiped out, and Xuan Cang cried.
On the starry sky, with the scale king as the center, the surrounding stars withered, and all the vitality was swallowed up by the sacrifice formation.
In front of the scale king, the Xiwang hairpin constantly absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the vitality array, and the breath grows day by day, vaguely reappearing the majesty of the ancient demon seal.
When the sentient beings were crying, three figures appeared outside the sacrifice formation, and the powerful aura was several times stronger than in the past.
"Let's start." The landlord Xiaoyue said.
"Um."
Xia Ziyi nodded and stepped forward. The demonic energy around her body became stronger and stronger. In the black feathers floating in the sky, a peerless magical weapon manifested, more than six feet long, like a gun but not a gun, the madness of the end, reappearing in the world.
The magic weapon started, the devil's breath became stronger and stronger, and the pair of eyes gradually changed into darkness.
Not far away, the landlord Xiaoyue looked at the six-foot magic sword in the former's hand, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. This magic weapon is really exactly the same as the legendary magic weapon.
The battle is about to start, and in the formation of sacrifices, the scale king's expression condensed, his right palm condensed Yuan, and a palm shot out into the sky.
The roaring and rushing Palm Yuan swept out with the power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth.
In front, the three of them saw this, and their figures flashed, avoiding the king's palm.
"Luo Fei, you step back from the battle."
Xia Ziyi whispered softly, and the figure swept out, rushing into the large array of sacrifices ahead.
Not far away, the right hand of the landlord Xiaoyue was empty, and the Huangquan spear manifested, and the fierce breath actually had the power of a king.
The ancient battlefield was opened, the laws of the human world were repaired, and the fourth realm of heaven and earth continued to appear. However, in such a short period of time, the king realm was still unattainable.
The owner of Xiaoyue, the mysterious and unpredictable master of martial arts, at present, showing the ability to reach the sky beyond the reach of mortals, the yellow spring breaks through the sky, and the starry sky is turbulent.
Xiaoyue is extremely martial, and a sharp spear beam breaks through the blood mist, and rushes directly to the king of the scale clan in front.
At the center of the sacrifice formation, the scale king stared, turning his left palm over, and one palm up to meet him.
Boom, an amazing big collision sounded, the sacrifice formation shook violently, the blood mist scattered, and the spiritual energy flowed back.
Seeing this, the scale king's expression changed slightly.
"boom"
At this moment, the magic sword fell, the aftermath of the sword qi passed by, a star burst with a sound, and the majestic and endless sword qi slashed the starry sky and swept to the king ahead.
When the offensive came again, the scale king moved his right palm again, the Yao Yuan rolled, and the bang came.
The earth-shattering collision resounded through the starry sky, and the king's palm shook the sword energy and continued to swept toward the demon ahead.
When the crisis came, Xia Ziyi's figure flickered, avoiding the palm force, the six-foot magic front waved, and the sword energy came out again.
At the same time, the master of Xiaoyue spins his spear and condenses his energy to help his sword move.
The spear and sword energy flowed into one, and an extremely sharp edge swept past quickly, slamming into the king ahead.
The scale king raised his hand and blocked the move, the rumble shook violently, and the sharp light disappeared in response.
"The peak of the king's realm is really unusual."
The offensive was ineffective, so the landlord of Xiaoyue temporarily stopped his sharpness, looked at the king of the scale clan in front of his eyes, and said softly.
"The landlord's strength should be more than that, why don't you use all your strength?"
Not far away, Xia Ziyi kept urging the demon energy in her body and said.
"When you get old, you are always lazy, but it's okay to exercise your muscles and bones occasionally."
During the speech, the sword energy of the landlord Xiaoyue rose sharply, and the double aura, dazzling the sun and the moon, shocked the world.
The familiar sword intent rushed towards his face, Xia Ziyi clenched his fists subconsciously, and released them after a while.
Is this the price paid by knowing fate in the first place, sword intent, sword moves, sword bones, everything of the swordsman, creating a new kendo powerhouse.
Sword Intent appeared, and the landlord of Xiaoyue moved, reaching the limit of speed, and instantly reached the front of the king of the scale clan.
The yellow spring came out, the sharp light broke through the air, and the Scale King waved his hand to block the spear light. Before he could return to his senses, behind him, a silver-grey cloak appeared at the same time, with the ancient sword in his hand, slashing to the back of the former.
The scale king was shocked, turned around and grabbed the ancient sword, blocking the fatal blow.
In an unbelievable scene, two identical figures appeared before and after the king, one spinning a spear and the other moving a sword, with endless murderous intent.
"The Law of Clone!"
Scale King ~ Shocked, his palms condensed Yuan, and shot out with a bang.
"Clone? Your Excellency is underestimating this landlord."
The palm force blasted out, the two bodies dissipated, reappeared, merged into one, and a sword swiped, moving the world with thunder.
King Scale turned his palm to block the sword. At this moment, the same scene happened. Behind the king, a figure with a gun appeared, a shot broke through the air, and the world moved.
The scale king's eyes shrank, and his palms together urged Yao Yuan to block his body.
At this moment, in front of the king, a neutral position appeared, and in an instant, the figure of the demon swept over, and the madness of the apocalypse drew endless demons and stabbed the former in the chest.
Boom, a violent collision sounded, and on the chest of the scale king, the scale armor blocked the peerless demon front, the indestructible protection, the divine soldier was hard to hurt.
"Get out!"
The king was angry, shouted angrily, and the demon essence burst out, shocking the two of them back.
Ten steps away, the landlord of Xiaoyue stopped and looked at the king of the scale clan in front of him, his eyes narrowed.
Astonishing defensive power, it seems that in order to kill this person, we must find a way to break his armor.
"We still need one more person." The landlord Xiaoyue said calmly.
"Instant attack power, in this world, there are only two people, the phoenix who knows fate, or the daughter of the deserted city, Mu Chengxue." Xia Ziyi said condensedly.
"The phoenix has already Nirvana, and it is too late to wait for its successor to grow up."
The owner of Xiaoyue looked at the more amazing life sacrifice formation ahead, and said, "The daughter of the deserted city is in the ancient land of worshiping the moon, Miss Luo Fei, please go as soon as possible."
Luo Fei nodded, without the slightest delay, her figure flashed past and swiftly swept towards the ancient land of Baiyue.
Luo Fei left, the landlord Xiaoyue and Xia Ziyi turned their eyes back again, looking at the king of the scale clan in front of them, their eyes hard to hide.
Now, all they have to do is to delay the arrival of the daughter of the deserted city.
In ancient times, there were peerless kings, who, in order to prove the supremeness of the emperor's way, fought a thousand-day battle, which was earth-shattering.
At present, for the future of the human race, they have to start a protracted war.
"Xia Ziyi, the peak of the king is not common. If you experience this battle with your heart, you will definitely benefit from it." The landlord Xiaoyue said.
Xia Ziyi nodded, her icy eyes looked ahead, her body was full of demonic energy, covering the sky and the sun.
Over the years, he has owed a lot to Zhiming, and now, it is time to pay it back.
No matter how long it takes to know his fate, he will fight for it with all his strength, even if he loses his life!
The two men, who were both strong in action, and the battle started, rushed into the blood mist, their powers fully opened, and they shone like shooting stars.
Just when the Great War between Heaven and Beyond began, in the Primordial Demon Realm, in the northwest of the Central Continent, a plain-clothed figure passed by and hurried towards the Samsara Sea.
In the center of the sea, thousands of miles of reincarnation sea, the huge whirlpool scrolls, and it has never stopped for endless years.
When the cold moon rose in the east, Su Yi's figure swept over and stood in the sky. After a moment of meditation, she rushed directly into the sea below.
In the sea area, Ning Chen's figure fell rapidly, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
The huge pressure gradually came from all directions, becoming heavier and heavier, and gradually unbearable.
Ning Chen's body was surrounded by divine forbidden brilliance, and the pressure of the sea water was separated by the law of space, and he continued to swept downward.
I don't know how long it took, in the deepest part of the sea, a huge black vortex appeared, unfathomable, swallowing all light.
An indescribable sense of crisis came, Ning Chen stopped and did not enter rashly.
Around the black vortex, there is not a trace of vitality. All the sea creatures seem to avoid here intentionally or unintentionally, and no one dares to approach.
After standing still for a moment, Ning Chen's right hand, the sword qi gathered, after a short while, the sword qi broke through the air and swept into the black vortex.
Silence, still still, the black vortex swallowed the sword energy, without any movement, it was shocking.
Ning Chen frowned, his face condensed, what a strange thing.
No wonder the Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign returned to the imperial city so quickly, I am afraid that even this Demon Sovereign would not dare to set foot in it easily.
If Xuan Luo really entered it, eight to nine out of ten had already fallen, but before seeing Xuan Luo's body with his own eyes, he still couldn't be too careless.
The important thing is at hand, Ning Chen didn't stop in the sea area too much.
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The yin sea of ghosts is filled with ghosts, covering the sky.
Ghost clan, named after ghosts, is a powerful royal family living under the endless abyss. They are not born to like sunlight and often walk at night. The men in the clan are ugly and similar to ghosts. Therefore, they are called ghosts by the world.
When the morning light fell, over the Yinhai Ghost Prison, Zhiming appeared, full of demonic energy, powerful and heavy.
Below the ghost prison, the ghost qi dissipated, and a ghost clan powerhouse appeared, lined up on both sides, to welcome the arrival of the thirteenth prince of the devil.
Above the powerhouses of the ghost clan, Yin Ji stood quietly, looking at the young man who came to the ghost prison with a happy expression on his face.
"See Your Highness!"
Yin Ji saluted, and in the rear, thousands of ghost clan powerhouses saluted, and the shocking battle showed the sincerity of the ghost clan.
Ning Chen's figure descended from the sky and walked towards the depths of the ghost prison.
Yin Ji stayed by the side, and her footsteps always fell into a half position to show respect.
In the deepest part of the ghost prison, a blood-colored waterfall fell. In front of the waterfall, on the huge white bone throne, a withered old woman was sitting on it. The breath was extremely powerful, and there was already a hint of imperial prestige.
However, the old woman seems to be too old, and her body is almost unable to move half a minute. She sits on the throne of white bones all day long and never leaves.
In front of the old woman, the elders of the ghost clan stood on both sides, quietly waiting for the prince of the royal family to come.
Not long after, in front of the formation, two figures stepped forward. The young man in front, with white hair in plain clothes, had an extraordinary temperament, which made people look at him.
Knowing that fate appeared, the elders of the ghost clan looked over and looked at the person who came.
On the throne of white bones, the turbid old woman was still half-closed, and she could not see a trace of brilliance.
After a few breaths, Ning Chen walked to the front of the blood-colored waterfall, looked at the ghost king on the white bone throne, bowed and said politely, "Junior Ning Chen, I have seen the ghost king senior." The old woman's eyes slowly opened, cloudy and deep, making people dare not look directly.