In the Holy Land of Worshiping the Moon, the emperors of the human race appeared, and the physiognomists of the human world were dressed in nondescript.
In front of the altar, Ning Chen looked at the person who came, greeted with a few words, and smiled helplessly. "Boy, the old man of the God Realm said that you are the hope of the human race. The old man came here to see it. However, now it seems that you have nothing special except for the evil fate." The minister looked up and down. staring at the young man in front of him,
said without hesitation.
"Junior and the Lord of the Divine Realm only have one relationship. I don't know why that senior made such a comment. Maybe it's just a joke. Senior doesn't need to take it seriously." Ning Chen calmly said.
"Ah."
The xiangshi smiled lightly and said, "That old guy never jokes. He said that you are the hope of the human race, so you must be, you don't have to be humble."
Ning Chen smiled and didn't say much about this topic. The hope of the human race was never him, and he was not qualified to decide the fate of others.
"Primitive Demon Realm, have you been there?" the xiangshi asked.
"Been there."
Ning Chen nodded and said truthfully, "Hundred clans contend, it's an eye-opener."
"What do you think, if the human race goes to war with the Primal Demon Realm, how likely is it to win?" the chancellor asked directly.
"Less than ten percent." Ning Chen said bluntly.
Aside, on the wheelchair, the peacock willow brows are slightly wrinkled, is there only a 10% chance
"Little girl, what do you think?" The Xiang Shi looked at the woman in the wheelchair and asked.
"I previously estimated that there should be about a 30% chance for the human race. However, the Marquis Zhiming has personally been to the Primal Demon Realm and knows the situation there best. Perhaps, I am too optimistic." Peacock replied.
"Optimism is not a bad thing." Xiang Shi smiled, "The most terrifying thing about the Primal Demon Realm is not the number of emperors, but the overall strength. As long as this situation cannot be changed, the human race will always be in a weak position. Therefore, your generation's Growth is the key
matter. "
On the wheelchair, the peacock is silent, and the human race is short of lifespan.
"There are seven supreme emperors in the original demon realm. Among them, the strongest demon emperor Kun Yi has lived from the ancient times to the present day. His strength is extremely terrifying. How to block this demon is the key to whether the human race can win." Ning Chen added road.
"Kun Yi?"
Xiang Shi narrowed his eyes and said, "So he is still alive."
"Senior knows this person?" Ning Chen asked in a condensed voice.
"In ancient times, one of the ten demons, although it was at the bottom of the ranking, the demons who came out of the Demon Transformation Pond had no weaklings, and their strength was strong enough to compete with the immortal princes of the human race." Xiang Shi said solemnly.
"There are still survivors of the Ten Demons. Didn't all the Ten Demons die in that battle?" Peacock frowned.
"The first battle in the ancient times, the witnesses have all passed away. Whether all the ten demons died in the battle, no one knows, even if there are survivors, it is not surprising." Ning Chen calmly said.
The xiangshi nodded, moved his eyes, looked at the women in the distance, and said with a smile, "A few girls with good marks, you are very lucky, boy."
"Dear."
Ning Chen simply said two words without much refutation. The xiangshi watched silently for a long time, then turned his eyes back, looked at the young man in front of him, his expression became serious, and said, "Boy, you have seen the strength of the primordial demon kings and the emperor's supreme power, you should understand that they stay can't help here
If you are busy, once the war breaks out, you will not even be able to do it yourself, let alone protect them. I advise you to find a safe place to send them to retreat as soon as possible. "
Hearing this, Ning Chen fell silent without refuting.
"We are not a burden!"
At this moment, a charming and innocent voice came from the ears of the three of them. Not far away, a woman in a green dress appeared, looking at the minister, with a sullen expression on her face.
Seeing the person coming, a strange color flashed in the eyes of Xiang Shi, a good girl.
On the wheelchair beside him, Peacock's expression was also slightly moved, Phoenix
"Yin'er, don't be rude."
Ning Chen reprimanded lightly, beckoned, and said, "Come to see Senior and Peacock Girl."
Hearing the former's scolding, Yin'er obediently stepped forward and said respectfully, "I have seen senior, I have seen Peacock girl."
The xiangshi restrained the turbulence in his heart, showing the most kind smile on his face, and said, "Little girl, do you want to have an invincible master who will walk sideways in the world from now on?"
Hearing this, Yin'er glanced warily at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked like a magician, shook her head vigorously and said, "I don't want to."
On the side, the peacock couldn't help but chuckle softly when he saw it. The ice that melted in an instant showed the most beautiful smile, which made people fascinated.
This girl named Yin'er knows a little bit. The only disciple beside Zhiminghou, who has inherited the origin of the Heavenly Whisperer, is very talented. However, what is unexpected is that Zhiminghou even gave her the source of the phoenix. .
Seeing the different expressions of the three, Ning Chen smiled lightly and said, "Senior is a hundred years late, this girl has already been accepted by the junior."
The Xiangshi sighed regretfully, shook his head helplessly, and said, "It's a pity, what a good seedling."
When the four of them were talking, suddenly, the starry sky shook, and in the distant Hongluan star field, demonic energy surged, and an abnormally terrifying aura filled the air.
"This is?"
In front of the altar, Ning Chen had a feeling, his expression changed slightly, the god of war, Asura.
How can it be so fast!
Ahead, Xiang Shi and Peacock also felt the astonishing magic power looming in the distant starry sky, and their expressions were slightly condensed.
This magic power is almost equal to the imperial way.
"The war is about to begin."
Ning Chen regained his senses and sighed softly.
"not necessarily."
The chancellor looked into the distance and said in a condensed voice, "There is one person who promised to guard the human race for ten years. I think, as long as he is here, even if the emperor wants to come out, he will have to pay a heavy price."
Ning Chen heard the words, frowned slightly, and said, "Who, besides the seniors and the masters of the gods, are there any other powerful people in the royal way?"
"It's not the emperor's way, and you know this person." The minister replied calmly.
Hongluan Star Territory, in the boundless fog of the Star Territory, the demonic energy is surging, and the god of war is about to be born.
The magic power that shakes the world is so terrifying that it makes people tremble. Even if it is separated from the endless starry sky, it can be clearly felt.
At this moment, in front of the fog in the star field, a figure in azure clothes stepped forward, with a handsome face, star eyes and sword eyes, and the pace was not hurried or slow, and the grand master's bearing made people look at him.
Legend has it that the fog opened, and before the passage between the two realms, the king stopped, put down the sword stand behind his back, and waited for the god of war to come out.
Not long after, in the space passage, the magic shadow manifested, and a shadowy figure appeared.
The god of war and the legend of Daxia meet for the first time.
In front of the two-level passage, Asura walked out, looking at the swordsman in blue who was blocking the pass in front of him, his eyes narrowed, and he was a master.
The human race is not as weak as imagined.
"Swordsman, you, your name!" Asura opened his mouth and said solemnly.
"Xia Yan."
Prince Yan held the double swords in both hands, slowly drew them out, and said calmly, "The green and red double swords, learn from you."
The opponent is extraordinary, Asura did not dare to be careless, and his right hand was empty, and in the surging demonic energy, a black long spear appeared, and the muddy demonic flames continued to spread.
The magic weapon appeared in the beacon fire, and the magic power swept the Jiuzhongtian. Without saying much, Asura moved, and the magic power broke through the air.
In the blink of an eye, the magic weapon and the king sword confronted each other, and the sound of the battle resounded through the starry sky a million miles away.
When the king started the battle, in the distant Jinxi City, in the Xiaoyue Changan Restaurant, the owner of Xiaoyue, who was pruning the flowers and plants, stopped what he was doing and said, "Hongluan."
The words fell, the door was pushed open with a creak, and a woman with a veil on her face walked in and respectfully said, "Master."
"Please come to Xia Ziyi and Miss Luo." The landlord Xiaoyue said calmly.
"Yes!"
Hongluan took the order, turned and walked out of the room.
On the second floor, in the middle of the word "moon", the demon in black clothes and white hair closed his eyes to heal his wounds. Not far away, Luo Fei stood quietly, looking at the woman in front of him, the tenderness in his eyes was difficult to dissolve.
Over the centuries, they have experienced too much, people and demons are actually not important anymore.
Now, she finally understands what Hou Zhiming said at the beginning, that in life, the love between men and women is not the only thing.
It is a gift from God that she and him can walk together to this day.
"dong dong"
Outside the room, there was a knock on the door, and Hong Luan's voice came in, "Young Master Xia, Miss Luo, the landlord has a request."
In the room, Xia Ziyi, who was healing her wounds, opened her eyes and replied, "Thank you, I understand."
When the words fell, Xia Ziyi restrained her breath, got up and walked forward.
On the side, Luo Fei followed, just like every day in the past hundred years, it has never changed.
Between the words "Ming", the two walked over. In the room, the owner of Xiaoyue in a silver-grey cloak waited quietly. After seeing the two of them coming in, he opened his mouth and said, "The Marquis of Zhiming is back."
After a while, the room became extremely quiet. After a long time, Xia Ziyi clasped her fists and said calmly, "Thank you for your hospitality these days, Luo Fei and I will say goodbye first."
The landlord of Xiaoyue nodded and said, "Say hello to the Hou Zhiming for this landlord. If you have time, please invite him to the Xiaoyue Restaurant as a guest."
"I will pass on the landlord's words."
Xia Ziyi responded, then turned and left.
At the same time, in the holy city of Tianyue, the purple air was soaring into the sky, and in the purple air wave running through the heaven and earth, a young figure in purple walked out, and the arrogance between his brows could not be concealed.
"Your uncle, I finally broke through, haha!"
In the holy city of Tianyue, the arrogant and domineering voices of young people continued to echo, and the people of the holy city were not surprised, but no one paid attention to them and continued to work on their own affairs.
"What's the noise!"
Not far away, the seventh god of Tianyue will come and scolded angrily.
Seeing the woman walking in front of him, Luo Xingchen immediately became honest, even though his current strength has surpassed the former, but the shadow of the past is still there, and he dare not speak out.
"The city master sees you, come with me." The seventh god general of Tianyue said coldly.
"The city master sees me?"
Luo Xingchen heard the words, with a surprised expression on his face, Pidianpidian ran forward, and said with a smile on his face, "Seventh sister is getting more and more beautiful." "Go away!"