The Yinhai Ghost Prison is filled with ghost energy, and a huge blood waterfall falls from the sky, scouring the blood pool below day and night.
In front of the blood waterfall, on the throne made of bones, the king of the ghost tribe closed his eyes and pondered.
In front of the throne, Zhiming came, and politely gave a junior salute.
On the throne of white bones, the ghost king opened his eyes and looked at the thirteenth prince of the royal family in front of him.
Ning Chen stood quietly among the elders of the ghost clan, his expression was as calm as water, without the slightest fluctuation.
The king, knowingly looked at each other, after a long time, the ghost king opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "His Royal Highness is visiting the Yinhai Ghost Prison in person.
With a smile on Ning Chen's face, he said, "Senior Ghost King sees the outside world, this junior should have come to visit earlier, but it was delayed due to some personal matters."
"I have heard Yin Ji mention what happened in the imperial city. His Highness's wisdom was unparalleled in the world back then." The Ghost King praised.
"No matter how good a strategy is, it needs absolute force to be implemented. If it weren't for the help of the ghost clan, the junior's plan would not be successful. In the final analysis, it is the ghost clan who made the most of it." Ning Chen smiled more friendly and said.
During the conversation between the two, the elders of the ghost clan looked at each other and nodded in unison. The thirteenth prince was more approachable than he imagined, and he did not have the arrogance that is unique to the children of the powerful.
"His Royal Highness, is your master okay?" On the White Bone Throne, the ghost king's turbid eyes flashed a wave and said.
"Master, everything is fine." Ning Chen replied.
"That's fine."
The ghost king sighed softly and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, Jiuyou is still at its peak in spring and autumn, and this king is about to die, and his longevity is short."
"Senior Ghost King and Master are old acquaintances?" Ning Chen asked in confusion.
"They are all old monsters who have lived from ancient times to today, and I have seen them a few times." The ghost king's eyes showed the color of memory, and said with emotion.
Hearing this, Ning Chen looked at Yin Ji who was not far away, a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes.
Judging from the attitude of the Ghost King, she and Master are definitely not as simple as just meeting each other a few times.
Since ancient times, there are hundreds of thousands of years. Unless you have sealed your body with the source of magic, even the ghost clan with a long life span cannot live for so long.
He didn't know why the Ghost King had to spend such a huge price to support it so far, but if it had something to do with the master, the truth would be really intriguing.
Ning Chen didn't ask about things that shouldn't be asked, and stood quietly in the same place, waiting for the ghost king to wake up from his memory.
After an unknown amount of time, on the White Bone Throne, the Ghost King regained his senses, and a self-deprecating smile flashed across his old face, and said, "It's always easy to overthink things when you're old, sorry."
Ning Chen shook his head and said, "Memories are the most important thing in life. Senior Ghost King is an elder who has spanned an era. No matter what knowledge or knowledge is available, it is beyond the reach of juniors. In the future, I will ask more senior Ghost Kings for advice."
"Your Highness is very kind."
The Ghost King said softly, "I heard that His Highness is a rare kendo master in the world. The ghost clan has a sword and can still handle it, but I don't know if His Highness has an eye for it." In the pervading ghost energy, an ancient and exotic sword rose out. On the sword body, one side was engraved with the ghost image of hell, and the other side was the paradise of birds and flowers.
Different sides, different breaths, but perfectly blended together.
Ning Chen looked at the ancient sword that was floating in the ghost's aura, and his attention was immediately attracted. Swordsmen love swords, and everyone knows their fate is no exception.
"If this sword is used as Yin Ji's dowry, what does Your Highness think?" The Ghost King looked at the young man in front of him and said seriously.
On both sides, the elders of the Yinhai Ghost Prison did not look too surprised. They already knew about this matter. After all, marriage was the best way to consolidate the status of the ghost clan.
Among the crowd, Ning Chen regained his senses, frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "Senior Ghost King, this junior already has a wife, and he will not have any plans to marry again in this life.
The elders of the ghost clan have heard it, and their expressions have all changed. Obviously, they did not expect that the Thirteenth Prince would reject this marriage.
On the throne of white bones, the ghost king stared at the young man in front of him. After a long time, he waved his right hand and sent out the ancient sword. He sighed softly, "You and your master are exactly the same in terms of relationship and stubbornness."
The ancient sword was in front of him, but Ning Chen didn't reach out to pick it up. He didn't get any reward for no merit. This sword was very unusual, and he couldn't accept it.
"This sword, called Six Paths of Samsara, is the treasure of my ghost clan. I will make the decision today and give it to His Highness." The ghost king said.
Ning Chen still didn't reach out to pick it up, looked at the ghost king on the throne, and said calmly, "What do the ghosts want?"
"A promise from Your Highness."
The ghost king said in a serious tone, "If there is a day when His Highness preaches the Tao, I hope that His Highness can refine a divine weapon for the ghosts and use it as a handed down weapon for my ghosts."
Ning Chen heard the words, his eyes narrowed, the imperial way is heavy, the ghost clan really has a big appetite. It is not easy to refine the imperial artifact, and it is not easy for the Supreme Being to refine it. One of the reasons is that it is difficult to find the divine material. More importantly, the artifact of the imperial way already has an artifact, such as the Dragon Emperor Sword, or The Demon Emperor Seal of the Eight Desolate Demon Emperors, every imperial weapon is
It has the ability to destroy the sky and destroy the earth, and in its heyday, it is almost equivalent to a supreme emperor.
Ning Chen looked at the ancient sword filled with ghostly aura in front of him, thinking about the conditions of the ghost king at the same time, after a few breaths, he stretched out his right hand and held the ancient sword.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation started, and an unparalleled ghost energy rose into the sky, and in an instant, above the nine heavens, the situation changed, and the dark clouds made a great deal, covering the sky.
The conditions for the Ghost King are indeed not easy, but now he lacks a suitable magic weapon. Both the Upside-Down Water Moon and Xinghun have been damaged, and the three immortal swords cannot be used arbitrarily. This six-path reincarnation will bring him a lot of help.
On the throne of white bones, the ghost king looked at the scene of the man and the sword in front of him, and his turbid eyes gradually became clear.
What a similar scene. At the beginning, his master was also so amazing and brilliant. At such a young age, he had already eclipsed countless older generations.
In the past, Xuan Jiuyou rejected the marriage of the ghost clan, but today, his disciples made the same choice, the same pride, the same stubbornness.
"Yin Ji, are you satisfied now?" The Ghost King transmitted a voice and sighed softly.
"Thank you ancestor for your understanding."
Yin Ji replied softly, she did have a good impression of the Crown Prince, but she was more fearful and admired. If she could choose, she did not want to marry into the Prince's Mansion and become a tool for the marriage of ghosts.
While the two were talking, in front of him, in the pervading ghostly energy, Ning Chen's demonic energy surged out and submerged into the ancient sword. Suddenly, the ancient sword's aura changed, and the demonic power was overwhelming.
From all sides of the Primal Demon Realm, the powerful kings looked at the Yinhai Ghost Prison with condensed expressions on their faces.
In the reincarnation of the six paths, the ghost town artifact was born.
Among the top ten artifacts in the original demon realm, the Six Paths of Reincarnation definitely ranks among the top three, and it is on a par with the Heart-Burning Devil Sword of the Fourth Prince of Heavenly Demons.
"In order to win over the old thirteen, the ghost clan is really willing to pay for it."
In the ancestral land of the demons, the Seven Luminaries Demon Sovereign looked towards the north and said.
Not far away, the Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign was silent, and the old thirteen obtained six reincarnations, which undoubtedly greatly increased his strength, but these have nothing to do with him.
The Seven Luminaries Demon Emperor Yu Guang looked at the former's low expression and sighed softly in his heart.
It seems that Xuan Zhen's death has had a considerable impact on the Eight Wildernesses. Among the princes of the royal family, Xuan Zhen is indeed the best among them. Unfortunately, he was born in troubled times and failed to grow up.
"Eight wastes, there should be a decision on the matter of the royal family." After a while, the Seven Luminaries Demon Sovereign calmed down and said.
When the Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign heard the words, his body trembled slightly and said, "Who do you want to choose?"
"It doesn't matter who you choose, the important thing is that the person who inherits our clan's luck must be able to bring the much-needed imperial battle power to our clan." Seven Luminaries Demon Emperor said solemnly. The Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign was silent for a long time, then opened his mouth and said, "Xuanqing, Xuanque, and Jiuyou's disciples, these three are the most outstanding among the princes and daughters, Xuanque's mother, not the blood of my Heavenly Demon Royal Family, bloodline There are flaws in strength, and the disciples of Jiuyou are from the human race. Although they have been trained in the Tianmochi, the purity of their blood is still different from that of the princes. The only remaining people are Xuanqing, but the old twelve and the fifth. You probably haven't forgotten about the death of my God, although the people of my Heavenly Demon Royal Family
The nature is cold, but what the third child has done is a bit too much. "
"What do you mean?" The Seven Luminaries Demon Sovereign frowned.
"If I have to choose, I would rather choose one of Xuanque and Jiuyou's disciples."
Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign said solemnly, "Xuanque is your son. Compared with other princes, he is still outstanding. What do you think?"
The Seven Luminaries Demon Sovereign sighed softly and said, "Xuanque is indeed good, but it's just not bad. Compared with the real peerless genius, the edge is still too different. Presumably, you can see it clearly."
"Do you mean Jiuyou's disciple?"
The Eight Desolate Demon Sovereign said softly, "This disciple of Jiuyou is indeed like his master, amazing and admirable, but his bloodline and background are always an unavoidable problem."
"Since we can't make a decision, let these three compete fairly."
The Seven Luminaries Demon Sovereign said in a condensed voice, "Now that the five parties are tense in the war, it is better to send all three of them. Whoever can stop the offensive of the five royal families, and whoever will win the battle for the great power in the future, will win."
The Eight Desolate Demon Emperor's expression condensed, and after a long time, he nodded, and now it can only be the same.
"The messenger!"
"exist!"
In the ancestral land, the messenger appeared, knelt down and saluted.
"Prince Xuan Jiu, the thirteenth prince go to the palace to see you."
"Yes!"
The messenger took the lead, the figure disappeared, and he left from the ancestral land.
Half a day later, over the Nine Princes Mansion and the Yinhai Ghost Prison, an identical black demon emperor decree appeared, and the powerful demonic power reverberated, shocking the world.
"The Demon Emperor has an order, ordering the ninth prince (the thirteenth prince) to go to the palace to meet him immediately."
In the Palace of the Ninth Prince, Xuan Que heard the words, his eyes were full of brilliance, and his inner waves could not be concealed. Finally, he waited for this day. In the deepest part of the Yinhai Ghost Prison, Ning Chen looked up at the demon emperor's decree that was floating up and down in the sky, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. After a while, he looked back, looking at the ghost king in front of him, and said, "Sorry, this prince must go back."