In the underworld, the Ten Halls of Yama, as time passed, all the Ten Halls of Yama could not retreat, preparing for the debate between the two realms in the near future.
In the Hall of King Yama, the demonic energy was surging, and the powerful coercion filled the entire primordial star.
In the Yinhai Ghost Prison, the kings of the ghost clan felt the astonishing demon power from the Ten Halls of Yama in the distance, and their hearts were somewhat indescribably dull.
"My king."
The elder of the ghost clan stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "The human race seems to have something big to happen."
"I know."
On the throne of white bones, the ghost king nodded and said. "Don't you find it strange, King, since our clan joined the human race, the Thirteenth Highness has never assigned us any tasks. Now, the human race is obviously conspiring to make a big deal, but my clan still hasn't received any news and instructions. Do you say
Ming that Thirteenth Highness didn't believe us at all? "The ghost clan elder said solemnly.
"Trust cannot be established overnight."
On the throne, the ghost king sighed softly and said, "Wait patiently, the ghosts and the humans are now tied to the same boat. Only when the humans gain the strength of this war can the ghosts keep it safe."
Hearing the words, the elder of the ghost clan fell silent and took refuge in the human race. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong. The human race, whose strength was obviously in a weak position, how could they fight against the powerful primitive demon realm
"Yin Ji, go to the underworld and ask your Highness if there is a place where the ghost clan can work now?" The ghost king said calmly.
"Um."
Not far away, Yin Ji walked out, gave a respectful salute, and then turned around and stepped back.
Not long after, one of the Ten Halls of Yan Luo, in front of the Hall of King Yan, Yin Ji walked over, looked at the Thirteenth Highness who was concentrating on healing, and bowed respectfully, saying, "His Royal Highness."
In the palace of King Yama, Ning Chen felt it, looked at the former calmly, and said, "What's the matter?"
"The ghost king sent me here to ask, is there anything I need the help of the ghost clan now?" Yin Ji said sternly.
Hearing this, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't need it for the time being. Go back and tell the ghost king. Soon, there will be a good show between the human race and the primitive demon realm. At that time, we will invite all the ghost kings to come to help us."
Yin Ji heard it, and her eyes became more intense. What was it, it was actually involved in the original demon realm.
Inside the palace, Ning Chen didn't say more, closed his eyes, and continued to adjust his breath to heal his injuries.
Ahead, when Yin Ji saw this, she silently turned around and swept towards the Yinhai Ghost Prison.
"You really don't trust them?"
Behind Ning Chen, Peacock asked.
"Trust, it's hard."
Ning Chen calmly said, "We need to prove that the human race is worthy of the ghosts' trust, and the ghosts also need to show their sincerity. Now, it's still too early. Before showing convincing strength, there is no point in making false claims about trust. significance."
Peacock nods his head, that's true. Only when he is strong enough can he intimidate his followers. Humans need to prove his strength.
In a short interlude, the palace of the King of Yama returned to this state. With the help of Peacock, Ning Chen continued to recover from the injury, and the demonic energy reappeared and surged.
Just when the kings of the underworld were doing their best to prepare for the debate between the kings of the two realms, Ziwei Divine Realm, the Lord of the Divine Realm appeared in person to discuss the specific matters of martial arts with the Demon Realm emperors.
The negotiation was not smooth, the two sides were arguing over the details, and for three months, the two sides barely reached a consensus, and the day of the debate was just around the corner.
The news came that in the underworld, a king opened his eyes and walked out of the palace one after another.
"Let's go."
Ning Chen glanced at the crowd, and said something calmly. Immediately, his figure flashed past and swept toward the starry sky.
In front of the halls of the great kings, all the human kings who may appear on the stage stepped on their feet and chased after them.
The kings who were in charge of staying behind watched the sky swiftly drifting away one after another, with worry in their eyes.
This battle is related to the future of the entire human race, and there is no room for loss.
Ghost clan, in the Yinhai Ghost Prison, headed by the ghost king, Yin Ji, and three ghost clan elders set off together, chasing the underworld kings away.
At the junction of the Yaoguang Starfield and the Hongluan Starfield, the three emperors of the human race and the four demons all appeared, and they joined forces to open up the battlefield.
Small worlds appear one after another, or scorching hell, or ice and snow, or demonic energy, or holy light shining in the world... One after another completely different small worlds, adding more variables to the upcoming debate between the two realms.
At this moment, all the stars in the starry sky, a stream of light galloped, and swept directly to the camp where he was.
On the Demon Realm side, in the small world opened up by the four Demon Realm Kings, a strong person who represented the original Demon Realm appeared, and the powerful Wang Wei was shocking.
Xuan Mo, Asura, Xuan Qi, Garuda, Xuan Lie, Luo Jia, Dark Moon Witch Queen... One after another, the masters of the devil realm standing on the top of the king realm are all present. The royal family also has strong men who go to war, and the candidates are unpredictable.
Similarly, on the side of the human race, Ning Chen, Peacock, Xia Ziyi, Landlord Xiaoyue, Mu Qianshang and others all arrived. Afterwards, the Lord of the Night and the Ancient Sages arrived, and the powerhouses from the human race arrived to prepare for the battle that will start soon. Final preparation.
The debate is about to start. In the small world, the Lord of the Divine Realm looked at the physicist in Tsing Yi beside him, and said solemnly, "Is it too late?"
"Should be in time."
The Tsing Yi Xiangshi nodded and said in a condensed voice, "Calculate the time, it's almost here."
The voice fell, and in the distance, a blue streamer came galloping, dancing like a dance, and it was beautiful.
"This is?"
In front of the kings of the human race, Ning Chen felt it, and looked at the starry sky in the distance, his expression trembling slightly.
Sister Butterfly!
On the side of the original demon realm, a demon master also saw the streamer galloping from afar, and a strange color flashed on his face.
It's only now, is it the secret weapon of the human race
"Who is she?" Xuanlie frowned and asked.
"I've never seen it before, it should be a master who was deliberately hidden by the human race." The Dark Moon Witch Queen said condensedly.
"The strength of the breath is average, no matter how powerful it is, it can be so powerful." Garuda snorted coldly, and said dismissively.
"Don't underestimate the enemy."
On the side, the Demon God of War Asura spoke and said coldly, "Among the human race, there are too many amazing and talented masters who underestimate the enemy will only expose their ignorance."
When Garuda heard the words, his breath stagnated, but he couldn't refute it.
In the human camp, in the small world, the butterfly in the flower arrives, and the kings of the human race are shocked and quickly recovered.
"Sister Butterfly."
Ning Chen looked at the blue-clothed and bloody-haired woman in front of her and called out.
In front, a beautiful woman standing barefoot, with a petite stature, but with unimaginable tenacity, the return of the God of Swords and the Butterfly, adding more fighting power to the human race.
"Junior Brother, long time no see."
Hua Zhongdie looked at the young man in front of her, with a sweet smile on her face, said.
"Didn't the female honor come with Senior Sister Die?"
Ning Chen was puzzled.
"The lady was swept too far by the turbulent flow of space. You may not be able to come back before this debate is over. However, Venerable Changsheng said that the lady is fine, don't worry." Hua Zhongdie said softly.
Hearing this, Ning Chen nodded lightly, feeling somewhat regretful in his heart, it was such a pity that the female honorable man could not play.
At the back, Qing Ning looked at the woman in front and said, "Since Miss Die has rushed back, then the final decision on the knife will be played by Miss Die."
"Um."
Ning Chen nodded, there is no doubt about it, his swordsmanship is learned from Senior Sister Die, although it is still passable, but compared to Senior Sister Die, there is still a big gap.
"Even if there is a decision on the sword, Zhiming does not need to appear again, but in the two battles between the sword and the palm, Zhiming must take on one of them."
Mu Qianshang opened his mouth and said in a condensed voice, Zhiming's strength is definitely one of the best among the human kings.
"The most powerful sword is the sword, why don't you play in the game of swordsmanship." Luo Xingchen said.
All the kings, except Xia Ziyi, nodded in agreement.
"It's not right." Peacock spoke from behind, and said in a condensed voice, "Even if it's the Marquis of Fate, facing Xuanqi, the odds of winning are not high. You should understand that in this battle, every duel has limitations, and it's a simple duel on the sword. , under the suppression of the absolute advantage of the cultivation base, Xuan Qi
Almost no one is invincible. The power of knowing fate lies in balance. This battle is too restrictive for him, and the odds of winning are slim. "
The kings heard the words, and after thinking carefully, they fell silent.
"In the battle of the sword, you can only fight. In fact, it doesn't make much difference who plays." Ning Chen said.
"This game, it's still up to me." Xia Ziyi said calmly.
"Friend, you should know that the chances of winning this battle are extremely low." Ning Chen said sternly.
"I see."
Xia Ziyi said lightly, "In this game, someone needs to fight, doesn't it?"
"If that's the case, then the Marquis Zhiming will take my place in the battle of the palm."
Peacock opened his mouth and said sternly, "Whether the opponent is Luo Jia or Xuanlie, the foundation of Zhiminghou is inferior. In this battle, Zhiminghou is more suitable than me."
"Um."
Ning Chen nodded and agreed, this may be the best result.
During the conversation, the time for martial arts is approaching. In the middle of the two camps, one side of the small world has been opened, and the six small worlds are constantly rotating, like the six reincarnations, unpredictable.
"Now I'm going to draw the first debate category."
At this time, above the void, the emperor of the primitive demon realm and the human race spoke up and said.
"I'll go."
In the human race camp, Qing Ning said something softly, and immediately flew towards the sky.
In the Demon Realm camp, the Dark Moon Witch Queen set off and flew towards the sky together.
In the void, two people came. In front of a huge revolving wheel, the two of them stretched out their hands and pressed on the revolving wheel.
The next moment, the sky is full of rays of light, the wheel is turning, and the five characters of knife, spear, sword, halberd, and palm are constantly changing, affecting the hearts of everyone here.
After counting the breaths, the wheel stopped, and in front of everyone, a huge halberd appeared, dazzling.
"Garuru, it's time for you to appear."
Asura looked at the man beside him and said.
"Um."
Garuda responded lightly, and immediately swept forward.
In the human race camp, under the attention of everyone, the Night Lord walked out and said calmly, "I will bring this victory back." After the words fell, the Night Lord figure swept out and flew to the small world ahead.