In the sky above the Dayu Dynasty, purple air formed into a cloud, and in the cloud, a giant dragon roared, and the dragon's might shook the sky.
In the center of the purple cloud, a huge vortex stirs, and the emperor will die, his body will die, and his soul will disappear.
Just when Ning Chen took action to devour the origin of the emperor, in the maelstrom, the old man in the Confucian robe stepped out and stopped Zhiming.
Ning Chen looked back, glanced at the old man not far away, and said indifferently, "The human affection of the Confucian sect is indeed heartwarming."
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen waved and threw Emperor Dayu out, and said calmly, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Behind the dragon head of the Confucian Sect, the scholar in white appeared and took the Emperor Dayu away from the sky.
The scholar in white left, the Confucian Sect dragon head looked at the young man in Suyi ahead, and said, "Can you please return the luck of my god dynasty?"
On the back of the giant dragon, the corners of Ning Chen's mouth curved into a cold arc, and said, "Did the dragon head make a mistake, and the Confucian sect has gained the world, isn't it enough?"
The Confucian dragon head frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
"Our cooperation has ended."
Ning Chen calmly said, "Next, if the dragon head wants to stop it, it's up to you."
The Confucian Sect Dragon Head heard the words, his expression sank, his dry right hand was raised, and over the imperial city, the whole sky shook violently.
"The world is infinite!"
The Confucian Sect Dragon Head personally took action, the situation changed suddenly, and endless pressure fell from the sky, trying to stop the pace of knowing fate.
The powerful pressure dropped, and in Ning Chen's hands, the Heavenly Book of Fortune quickly flipped over, and a different light rose up, blocking the arrival of heavenly prestige.
The dragon head of the Confucian sect, the cultivation base is unfathomable, it is just an understatement, the whole sky seems to be turned upside down.
"The Fifth Realm!"
Ning Chen looked up at the rolling wind and clouds in the sky, his expression completely condensed.
"Roar!"
Below, the purple dragon felt the heavy pressure and struggled violently.
"Aren't you reconciled? Let's fight together!"
Ning Chen said in a cold voice, the surrounding demonic energy was surging, and the ten volumes of heavenly books were shining brightly into the sky, resisting this oppression comparable to Tianwei.
Everyone's attention, over the imperial city, the purple cloud surging, in the cloud, the Haoran righteousness continues to spread, gradually suppressing the purple cloud.
The first powerhouse in the Imperial City of Dayu, the dragon head of the Confucian Sect showed an astonishing cultivation base at first, but the air pressure has already suppressed this world.
In the front, Ning Chen stood on the back of the dragon, with all his strength and body fully open, blessed by the Book of Heaven, and facing the first person in the Confucian Sect.
"Please return the luck of my God Dynasty."
The Confucian Dragon Sect spoke again, his voice hoarse.
"Take it as you can."
Ning Chen replied coldly, holding the blade with his left hand, blood dripping out.
With blood as the lead, the magic energy and the dragon energy quickly merged, and the Tai Chi array rose into the air, dazzling.
The violently rolling two forces, one yin and one yang, led by demon blood, merged into one, multiplying their power.
Under Ning Chen, the giant dragon dissipated, transforming into an ocean-like dragon energy and blending into the formation.
The Confucian Sect's dragon head flashed a stream of light, no longer hesitated, pressed his right palm, and made a strong shot.
In the void, Ning Chen's figure swept out, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the Confucian Sect Dragon Head.
The magic sword slashed and slashed, and the sharp edge was fatal. The Confucian sect dragon head did not dodge or evade, and the right hand was raised to block the edge of the magic sword.
There was a bang, the aftermath shook, and the air flow around the two of them shook, and the situation changed.
Within a short distance, the left palm of the Confucian Dragon's head was raised, and thunder fell from the sky, killing the demon mercilessly.
"The ultimate in heaven and earth, the boundary between life and death!"
Thunder comes into the world, the sun is fierce, and in the hands of Ning Chen, the celestial book of good fortune rises, and then blocks the magic front.
After confronting several tricks, the first person of the Confucian sect showed his strength, blood spilled from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth, and he was injured.
"The absolute style of heaven and earth, the limit of swords and swords!"
Unwilling to fight for a long time, the Heavenly Book of Fortune in Ning Chen's left hand disappeared, the Heavenly Song Hanque manifested, and Ziwei God Realm's unparalleled divine soldier reappeared in the world.
The swords moved in unison, the brilliance was dazzling, and in the void, the swords cut through the clouds and fell straight down.
"Ancient Confucianism and Taoism!"
The dragon head of the Confucian Sect raised his hand, and his righteousness swept over, blocking the famous sword.
The moves collided, and the air flow was turbulent. In an instant, Ning Chen's figure flashed past and left the battlefield.
"The Dragon Head of the Confucian Sect, there will be a period in the future, don't forget your promise."
Between the words, the sky and the phoenix fire quickly receded, and the hundreds of sinners who had brought them disappeared disappeared.
Outside the battle, the teacher looked at the phoenix fire that was dissipating in the sky, his expression sank, and just as he was about to chase, his body suddenly shook.
In the dissipating clouds, the dragon head of the Confucian Sect walked out, dressed in a Confucian robe, hunting with the wind.
The teacher looked back and looked at the figure walking out of the clouds, his face was full of disbelief.
"Teacher, you!"
The teacher looked shocked.
"Go back to Longyuan first."
The head of the Confucian Sect said a word, and the whole body was full of righteousness, and the figure disappeared.
The teacher suppressed the shock in his heart, and stepped forward.
The Confucian Sect Dragon Garden, all the white lings left, in the Dragon Garden, the Confucian Sect Dragon Head returned, and dozens of great Confucians stood in the garden and greeted them respectfully.
"I have seen the dragon head!" The crowd saluted and said.
After the dragon head of the Confucian sect, the teacher looked at the former and said solemnly, "Teacher, shouldn't you give the disciple an explanation?"
"presumptuous!"
The head of the dozen or so Confucian scholars, a gray-haired old man said solemnly, "Don't be rude!"
The Confucian sect dragon head raised his head, preventing the former from continuing to speak, looking at the disciple in front of him, calmly said, "The Confucian sect must be passed on, and the emperor has not allowed the Confucian sect to continue to exist, so the Confucian sect and the royal family can only exist. One."
The teacher clenched his fists tightly and said solemnly, "In front of the thunderous torture platform that day, was it all arranged by the dragon head?"
"good."
The Confucian Dragon Sect did not deny it, but nodded.
"Teacher and Ning Chen have never met, so when did you form an alliance?" The teacher asked with an even colder expression.
"Just before the thunderous punishment platform." The Confucian Sect Longshou said calmly.
"Who is the traitor?" The teacher said solemnly.
"it's me."
As soon as the words fell, outside the Longyuan, the white-robed scholar walked in and respectfully saluted, "I have seen senior brother, teacher!"
Seeing the person coming, the teacher sighed deeply, everything was clear.
It turned out that everything was just a conspiracy.
"Teacher, have you seen what the imperial city looks like now?"
The teacher looked at the dragon head of the Confucian sect in front of his eyes, and his eyes were full of disappointment, and said, "In your game with the emperor, all the people of the imperial city sacrificed. "
After finishing speaking, the teacher waved his hand, returned the iron pill book coupon, and immediately turned to leave.
"You can leave, please put down the sword of law enforcement!"
In front of the Confucians, the white-haired old man opened his mouth and shouted in a deep voice.
At the entrance of Longyuan, the teacher looked back, glanced at the people behind him, and said coldly, "You are not qualified to use this sword."
"presumptuous!"
The white-haired old man was furious, and just as he was about to shoot, he was stopped.
"Let him go."
The Confucian Sect dragon head opened his mouth and said calmly.
The white-haired old man was shocked and respectfully took orders.
Outside the Dragon Garden, the teacher walked away with the ancient sword on his back, his firm pace never wavered for a moment.
In the north of the Imperial City of Dayu, in a large mountain, hundreds of sinners appeared and saluted respectfully.
"I have seen the master!"
In the middle of the voice, in the void, the dragon energy was surging, and the figure with white hair in plain clothes walked out and said, "Give you a hundred years to build your own power. After a hundred years, I will come back to find you."
"Yes!"
Hundreds of great sinners saluted and sent each other respectfully.
In the void, dragon energy filled the air, and the figure with white hair in plain clothes disappeared and left the mountain.
"What does he mean, come as soon as he speaks, and leave as soon as he speaks, he really treats us as slaves!" A great sinner said with an angry expression.
"Shh!"
As soon as the words fell, in the void, a sword energy appeared out of thin air, directly cutting off the head of the great sinner.
The gushing blood splattered like rain, and when everyone saw this, their expressions changed.
"Okay, let's talk less, do more things, and make our little master angry, but there is nothing good to eat."
A charming young woman said something, then turned around and left.
Chapter 1387 Western visitors
The land of southern Xinjiang, unknown boundaries, turbulent dragon energy, obscures the sky and the sun.
In the Great Wilderness, the figure with white hair in plain clothes sat cross-legged, paying attention to refining the dragon energy.
"Human, you don't keep your word!"
In the dragon qi, Long Xiao shook the sky and said angrily.
Ning Chen opened his eyes and said calmly, "What did I promise you?"
"You said you wanted to set me free! Could it be that you want to break your promise!"
The dragon roared and said solemnly.
Ning Chen sneered and said, "Think carefully about what I said, I don't remember that I promised you to let you go."
After speaking, Ning Chen closed his eyes and continued to refine the divine dragon energy.
The dragon was shocked, and after a while, he roared angrily, "You are lying to me, despicable human, you are too cunning!"
When the words fell, the giant dragon suddenly screamed violently, and the phoenix fire rose in the sky, burning the dragon's soul.
Gradually, the dragon whistling became weaker and less audible.
"Forgive... life!"
In the dragon's aura, when his consciousness was about to disappear, the giant dragon weakly begged for mercy.
In the phoenix fire, Ning Chen stood up, without swallowing the power of luck, calmly said, "I swear allegiance, I will save your life."
With the crisis of life ahead, the giant dragon did not dare to resist, and swore to the sky.
"Little Gourd."
Ning Chen opened his mouth and called.
"Xianchang!"
Hearing the call, the little gourd staggered and flew out, with a puzzled look on his tender face, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"This loach is handed over to you for discipline."
Ning Chen said calmly.
Hearing the words, Xiao Hulu looked at the giant dragon in front of him with big eyes, and his face showed excitement, and said, "Is what the fairy said true?"
"Yeah." Ning Chen nodded.
The little gourd flew forward excitedly, patted the giant dragon's head with his little hand, and the fox and the tiger said arrogantly, "Big loach, you have to be obedient in the future."
The giant dragon was about to struggle, but after seeing the cold eyes of the man on the side, the dragon's body shook and immediately gave in.
The faucet is lowered, and the little gourd is allowed to reach out and touch it.
For the first time touching a real dragon, Xiao Hulu's face flushed with excitement, and he looked at the owner beside him and said happily, "Thank you Xianchang."
"Little Hulu, do you have a place you want to go?"
Ning Chen looked at the unfamiliar land of the God Realm in front of him and asked.
Xiao Hulu thought for a while, pointed to the west, and said, "I want to go there."
"Western?"
With a smile on Ning Chen's face, he said, "Why do you want to go there?"
Xiao Hulu pinched the corner of his clothes, and said a little embarrassedly, "I just pointed it out."
"Ha ha!"
Ning Chen laughed and said, "Okay, I'll take you to the west."
Since he is a demon, there will be no Buddha in this world!
On this day, the demon with white hair in plain clothes set off for the west, sitting on his shoulders a small child the size of a slap, followed by a giant dragon with an unusually respectful demeanor.
In the Western Buddhist world, a hundred schools of thought contend, countless great religions stand in abundance, and large temples stand on the mountains, and Buddhism is flourishing.
On a night of thunderstorms, in the desolate mountains of the Western Buddhist world, a figure with white hair in plain clothes came, soaked all over and looked a little embarrassed.
"Xianchang, there is a temple there."
Xiao Hulu held a large leaf in his hand, blocking the heavy rain, and Bai Nen's little hand stretched out, pointing at the ruined temple not far away, and said loudly.
"I see."
Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the broken temple ahead.
"Hoohoo."
In the barren mountains and ridges, the gloomy wind whistled, and in this rainy night, it looked a little creepy.
Hearing the wind, Xiao Hulu shrank his shoulders and said in fear, "Xianchang, will there be ghosts?"
"You are Xian Teng, are you still afraid of ghosts?" Ning Chen whispered.
"afraid."
Xiao Hulu grabbed the former's collar and looked left and right.
Ning Chen smiled lightly, his eyes that were as black as ink looked at the night, and a cold color flashed.
Maybe there are ghosts.
"Hoohoo."
The mountain wind whistled, and around the ruined temple, a white-clothed phantom appeared. His face was pale, and he was spitting out a long house. It looked terrifying.
"Ghost!"
On Ning Chen's shoulder, Xiao Hulu suddenly shouted, and got into the former's collar in fright.
Xiao Hulu's loud scream made the mountains and forests scattered, Ning Chen looked at the woman in white in front of him, and stepped forward step by step.
"Xianchang, there is a ghost!" Xiao Hulu said nervously.
"fine."
Ning Chen calmly replied, and continued to walk forward.
"Roar!"
Before the temple was demolished, the long-tongued woman roared angrily, her hideous face penetrating abnormally.
"Get out!"
Ning Chen opened his mouth and said lightly.
The long-tongued woman roared, and just as she was about to step forward, her body suddenly trembled, and she took a few steps back in fear.
In front of the stone steps, Ning Chen stepped up and entered the ruined temple.
The broken temple is not big, the temple is abnormally dilapidated and overgrown with weeds.
Ning Chen looked at the roof, came to a place where there was no rain, and started the fire.
Xiao Hulu approached the fire and baked the fire, still with a look of fear on his face, and said, "Xianchang, will that ghost come again?"
"probably not."
Ning Chen added some wood to the fire and said.
"Boom!"
Before the words fell, the gate of the broken temple was blown open by the strong wind, and in front of the door, the woman in white was floating, daring not to take a half step.
"Xianchang, I'm afraid."
Xiao Hulu raised his head and said timidly.
Ning Chen raised his hand, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into the woman's body.
After a while, the woman's soul body quickly solidified, and her distorted face also changed.
The woman in white who has regained her face, with a delicate face, looks like a girl next door, I feel pity for it.
"Leave, or I'll kill you!"
Ning Chen spoke with an indifferent expression.
The woman in white shivered, gave a respectful salute, and quickly retreated.
"she left."
Ning Chen reached out and patted Xiao Hulu's head, smiling.
Seeing the woman disappear into the heavy rain, Xiao Hulu couldn't bear it on her tender face, and said, "Xianchang, it's raining so hard outside, will she be okay?"
"Aren't you afraid of her?" Ning Chen asked.
"I was afraid just now, but I'm not afraid now." Xiao Hulu whispered.
"Ah."
Ning Chen smiled lightly and said, "She is a ghost, not afraid of heavy rain."
"Oh."
The little gourd nodded thoughtfully, and the simple little head quickly put down the matter and sat in front of the fire happily to keep warm.
In the rainy night, the woman in white stood far away outside the ruined temple, shivering, her only place was occupied and she was homeless.
Inside the ruined temple, Xiao Hulu leaned against his own gourd and fell asleep, while Ning Chen quietly stayed by the side, sitting for a whole night.
The previous battle with the Confucian Sect Longshou was the first time he really felt the horror of the fifth realm powerhouse.
Even with the luck of the Dayu Dynasty, he was still powerless in the face of the fifth realm powerhouse.
The fifth realm is really an incredible realm.
Now, he is still a long way from the fifth realm, and the most important thing is that he has not yet transformed into a god.
The Moon God once told him that the fourth realm is the end of human cultivation. To enter a higher realm, one must raise the power in the body to a higher level.
How to transform into a god will be something he needs to solve as soon as possible.
"Xianchang..."
In his sleep, Xiao Hulu turned over and smacked his lips, "I want to eat spirit grass."
Ning Chen regained his senses and smiled lightly, the spirit of all things, with a simple mind, but he lived a carefree life.
The long night gradually passed, and in the east, the sun rose, dispelling the cold of the night.
Outside, the heavy rain gradually stopped, Xiao Hulu woke up in a daze, hugged Ning Chen's arm, and fell asleep again.
Ning Chen got up, put the small gourd on his shoulder, and walked towards the outside of the broken temple.
A hundred steps outside the broken temple, under a big tree, the woman in white hid in the shade with a look of fear, daring not to let the morning light shine on her soul.
The homeless and lonely ghost, before the coming day, became so helpless.
Ning Chen came over, saw the woman under the shade of the tree, and calmly said, "Go back."
The woman in white heard the words, her expression was shocked, and her eyes looked at the broken temple behind. It was only a hundred paces away, but now it seems to be far away.
Ning Chen raised his hand, the leaves scattered all over the sky, turning into a barrier, blocking the dawn.
"Thank you Xianchang!"
Seeing this, the woman in white knelt down excitedly and saluted respectfully.
Ning Chen didn't say anything more and walked away.
"Xianchang..."
On his shoulders, Xiao Hulu half-dreamed and half-awake opened his eyes, looked around, and said, "It's dawn."
"Um."
Ning Chen nodded and said, "It's dawn."
"What about that ghost girl?"
Xiao Hulu turned back, looked at the broken temple behind him, and asked.
"gone back."
Ning Chen said calmly.
Xiao Hulu heard it, and then he felt relieved.
Not long after the two left, in the mountains, a monk in Tsing Yi with a Zen staff walked over, holding a spell in his hand, tracking the whereabouts of the ghosts.
"found it!"
Before the temple was demolished, the monk in Tsing Yi stopped, looking at the indeterminate spell in his hand, a condensed color flashed in his eyes.
Inside the broken temple, the woman in white felt the murderous intent outside the temple, and her delicate face changed slightly.
In front of the temple, the monk in Tsing Yi walked into the ruined temple, his eyes swept across the temple, looking for hidden ghosts.
"Come out."
The monk in Tsing Yi said coldly.
In the dilapidated temple, there was no sound, and it was unusually quiet.
"Don't eat and drink a toast!"
The monk in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, and he lowered his Zen stick in his hand, and a powerful Buddha energy swayed away, smashing away the ghosts around him.
"Ah!" In the temple, a shrill cry rang out, and the body of the woman in white quickly collapsed, making it difficult to resist.