The first prison of darkness, hell, the god of death Mingyuan, one of the four kings of darkness, sits in the seat, waiting for the recovery of the Lord of darkness for more than 100,000 years.
With the arrival of the catastrophe of the world, the power of darkness in the world has risen sharply, and the recovery of the Lord of Darkness is getting faster and faster, and it is time to leave the customs.
In the deepest part of the darkness, the Lord of Darkness, who was severely injured by the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, turned into a black cocoon, devouring the dark power generated in the world day after day and repairing himself.
The light is suppressed, the era of darkness is coming, and a catastrophe of the Three Realms can no longer be stopped.
The breath of the Lord of Darkness has gradually surpassed that of the monarch-level powerhouse. In this era when the monarch does not appear, who can stop the darkness.
In the first prison, in the hell, the Heavenly Book of Creation was created to dispel the dark aura in Ning Chen's body.
Ning Chen woke up and got up from the darkness.
Not far away, in the cage filled with darkness, Xia Ziyi and Luo Fei were sealed with five senses by the darkness, and they never woke up.
Ning Chen stepped forward and stared at the two people who were trapped in the darkness, with a very solemn expression.
The next moment, the Book of Heaven manifested, and the silver light was blazing, gradually dispelling the dark aura in the hell.
Ning Chen raised his hand, detained two people, did not dare to stay, and was about to leave.
"Save me!"
At this time, hoarse voices sounded one after another in the diffuse black airflow, as if the throat had been eroded by the years, and even pronunciation seemed so difficult.
When Ning Chen heard this, he stopped and looked through the darkness to the source of the sound.
But seeing that in the depths of the black prison, one after another powerful figure was trapped, and for endless years, it has been tortured into an inhuman form.
However, even so, Ning Chen could still feel the terrifying aura from these people.
"Save me, I will help you get out of here!"
Among the powerful gods and demons, a thin old man opened his mouth and said solemnly.
"Save me! I promise you the position of the honor of the world!"
Not far away, a woman spoke the same way. Although her appearance was much older, she could vaguely see the peerless elegance of the past.
One by one extremely powerful beings, placed in the human world and even the entire Three Realms, are truly one of the strongest beings. However, now they are all confined to this place by darkness, suffering day and night.
Everyone in the darkness is too old. I don't know how many years they have been trapped in the darkness. Their bodies are all dry and their essence is almost exhausted.
Ning Chen saw a kind of terror from these people, if he didn't wake up, after endless years, would he become like these people, swallowed up by the darkness.
"He can't save you!"
At this time, over the hell, the black airflow gathered crazily, and the god of death Ming Yuan appeared.
A woman of peerless elegance, holding a huge scythe of the god of death, as one of the four kings of darkness, her power is despairing.
Below, when everyone saw the person coming, they were terrified and shivered.
The God of Death raised his hand and smashed all the gods and demons with an incomparably powerful palm. In front of the God of Death, the three worlds who were famous for a while had no chance to resist.
Ning Chen was shocked, he didn't dare to stay any longer, the phoenix fire filled his body, the phoenix wings spread out, and fluttered towards the outside of the hell.
"Moths, do you want to fly out of the darkness and go to the light?"
In the void, the death scythe in Ming Yuan's hand crossed, and between heaven and earth, a huge black crack appeared, blocking the way forward.
Black space cracks, dark aura surges like an abyss, swallowing everything.
The way forward was blocked, Ning Chen immediately changed direction and flew towards the other side.
"Mingyuan, mere phoenix, are you wasting so much energy?"
At this moment, in the void ahead, the black air current was surging, and a terrifying existence with an aura not inferior to the god of death walked out, blocking Ning Chen's way forward.
The Plague God appeared, and directly stretched out his hand and grabbed the phoenix wings behind Ning Chen, tearing it apart.
The fire feathers flying all over the sky disappeared in the darkness, Ning Chen groaned, stepped back and stepped back.
One of the phoenix wings was torn off, Ning Chen's back was dripping with blood, and his clothes were dyed red.
"God of Plague, you have crossed the line!"
In the void, Ming Yuan opened his mouth, his beautiful face flashed a hint of coldness, and said.
"Your progress is too slow, the master is impatient, I will come to help you." The God of Plague said lightly.
Ming Yuan heard the words, his expression was unmoved, and he said coldly, "I am the lord of hell, no one can interfere, God of Plague, don't bother!"
"Ah."
The God of Plague sneered, looking at the phoenix with broken wings in front of him, and said lightly, "This phoenix has a disgusting aura on it, Ming Yuan, catch him, I think the master will like it."
After speaking, the God of Plague raised his hand, the dark aura spread, and wherever he passed, even the world was corroded.
Seeing this, Ning Chen stepped over and stepped back again.
Unexpectedly, in the void, Ming Yuan moved and appeared behind Ning Chen.
Extremely fast, without any warning, the death scythe cut through the void, and time seemed to stop at this moment.
boom!
The god of death was desperate, and at the moment of crisis, Ning Chen looked back and faced him with a sword, blocking the killing intent.
The rumbling vibrated, resounding through the hell, at the same time, the power of the plague god spread and touched Ning Chen's left arm.
In an astonishing scene, Ning Chen's left arm began to corrode from his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, half of his arm had been devoured.
Ning Chen was shocked, and for a short while, he regained his senses. Without any hesitation, he cut off his left arm with a sword.
Blood splattered, dyed red and black hell, Ning Chen's body was surging with demon energy, and the indestructible demon body recovered, quickly repairing the injury.
Reborn from a broken body, the inextinguishable demon body reproduces astonishingly.
In the void, the two Dark Kings didn't look surprised. In their view, there was nothing surprising about such a performance.
Witnessing the young man in front of him being reborn, Ming Yuan's figure was once again, and he was in front of Ning Chen in an instant, incredibly fast.
The power of darkness has too many unknowns. Ning Chen faced two of the four kings of darkness at the same time.
In the hell, the two powerful dark kings joined forces, and Ning Chen, who was already at a disadvantage, was even more dangerous.
The God of Death and the God of Plague, whose body is like electricity, the God of Death's sickle, and the God of Plague's power are criss-crossed, forcing Ning Chen to step back.
Fresh blood, dyed red plain clothes, even though he fought against the darkness several times, Ning Chen still had difficulty gaining the upper hand in the face of the powerhouses in the dark world.
The restraint of attributes has suppressed Ning Chen's power to the greatest extent possible. Today, with the fading light, the darkness is almost irresistible.
With a slap of the palm, the power of darkness penetrated through the body, Ning Chen's figure flew a hundred feet away, and his heart was red.
Before the figure fell, in the void, the scythe of the god of death was then cut off, and the powerful force was shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods.
boom!
With a loud shock, Ning Chen's legs sank into the ground, blood dripped from his right arm, and his injuries worsened.
The God of Plague stepped forward, stared at the young man in front of him, and smiled, "How can a phoenix with its wings torn apart can soar for nine days."
When the words fell, the God of Plague raised his hand and penetrated directly into the former's chest.
In the most desperate scene, the strongest Zhiming in the Three Realms, facing the King of Darkness, was completely defeated. There is no light, and the doomsday has come to the world.