In hell, two of the four kings of darkness appeared and joined hands to re-inflict heavy losses on Zhiming.
His wings were torn, his arms were broken, and his chest was also pierced. Even Ning Chen, who had an immortal body, was gradually finding it difficult to support him.
The blood stained the plain clothes, the darkness was so powerful, so despairing, and the power of light was suppressed in the apocalypse, even Ning Chen was unable to exert his original strength.
A short distance away, the God of Plague looked at the white-haired young man in front of him and sneered, "The strongest person in the world is nothing more than that."
The immortal sword was leaning on the ground, and the blood kept dripping down the body of the sword, and most of the blood flowed away.
He can't lose!
He can't lose yet!
He knew that everything was over when he fell here, and the lives of him and his two friends would be completely left here.
He can't lose!
"Can't lose!"
With a blood-stained face and a stubborn stubbornness that would not admit defeat, Ning Chen's body of immortal and demon energy surged wildly, like a storm, like a huge wave, in the dark world, forcibly propping up a bright light.
"Oh? Are you still conscious?"
The power of light flourished, and the God of Plague was shaken back two steps, looking at the change in the breath of the white-haired young man in front of him, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
But in the darkness, the glazed flame was burning, and the phoenix fire, the magic flame, and the fairy fire were intertwined, so bright, illuminating the endless darkness.
In the glass-colored flame, the figure with white hair in plain clothes stood still, the body was subjected to the amazing high temperature, and the skin began to burst and curl.
In order to get out of the predicament, Ning Chenqiang used the power he had not yet mastered to forcibly merge the three source powers.
The unknown and terrifying power, the mad shock, the flame of the phoenix, the flame of the devil, the flame of the fairy, has been sublimated to the extreme and turned into an unprecedented flame of chaos.
The glass-colored flame of chaos burns everything, darkness, light, and even his own body.
With his flesh and blood, he endured the flames of chaos and the extreme pain, so that Ning Chen's drowsy consciousness became sober.
Not far away, in the dark, Ming Yuan saw this, took a step forward, and instantly reached Zhiming.
The scythe of the god of death, which filled the darkness, slashed through the void, and was once again killing it.
The god of death demanded his life, knowing that he was unyielding, raised his hand to block the dark magic weapon.
The glazed flames of chaos lingered around, and this time, the dark aura was finally blocked.
There was a sudden shock, the two forces collided with each other, and the aftermath shook and eroded each other.
Ning Chen and Ming Yuan saw blood on their arms at the same time.
Since the war, the god of death was injured for the first time, and the shock flashed in his eyes, replaced by a stronger cold.
Mingyuan stepped, and the black air flow around his body screamed and collapsed, and behind him, a huge ghost of death appeared, ten thousand feet tall, holding a huge black sickle.
The vision of the god of death, shocking the world, the sickle slashed, directly splitting the flames of chaos in the sky.
The god of death, who showed his true power, doubled his coercion, and the flames of chaos were impacted and vibrated violently.
At the same time, not far away, the god of plague who was watching the battle also moved. Above his head, a phantom shadow of a huge treasure bottle appeared. Inside the bottle, black air flowed, as if there was life.
The next moment, in the battle situation, the black air with life spreads and devours light and life crazily.
The flame of chaos was impacted by a powerful dark force, and the color of the glass was stained with darkness.
The breath of death was approaching again, and madness flashed in Ning Chen's eyes.
The flames of chaos erupted in all directions, madly surging in all directions like a stormy sea, the terrifying temperature dispels the darkness and illuminates the hell.
At the center of the flames of chaos, Ning Chen's body started to burn, as if he was in a sky fire, and it started to coke from the outside to the inside.
"Fight your life, you don't have the qualifications yet!"
The Plague God snorted coldly, urging the dark aquarium to suppress it, trying to devour the strongest person in the world in front of him.
The dark treasure bottle swallowed the sky and annihilated the earth, and the dark power that devoured everything inside violently impacted the flames of chaos that swept wildly.
The two terrifying forces collided with each other. In the center of the battle, blood dripped from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth. Before it dripped, it was burned by the terrifying temperature.
In the most tragic battle, in an era when the light did not appear, any power of light was suppressed, and Ning Chen's combat power was difficult to exert. Facing the second of the four kings of darkness, the fight was extremely difficult.
In this era, the immortal realm has collapsed, the gods have disappeared, and there is no firm belief in the world. After the catastrophe comes, people can only panic, and the darkness in their hearts has greatly increased.
This situation also caused the extreme power of the dark power, and the light power was completely suppressed.
Ning Chen, regardless of safety, wants to reopen the Immortal Realm, the purpose is to make the world see hope again.
Only when there is hope in people's hearts can the power of light not be so suppressed by darkness.
However, before the reconstruction of the Immortal Realm, Ning Chen had already met the most powerful Four Heavenly Kings of Darkness in the Dark World.
Victory or defeat, there is no room for turning around, Ning Chen knows his situation, so no matter how difficult the battle is, he never gives up for a moment.
Fight for your life, fight for your life, fight for the sky, fight for your destiny.
In the darkness, the glass-colored chaotic flames violently impacted the suppression of the dark treasure bottle, Ning Chen's hands formed a seal, and two immortal swords emerged out of thin air.
The two swords are in the sky, the evil spirit rises, and the endless chaotic flames quickly converge and merge into the three immortal swords.
"Heaven and earth are singing, life and death go against fate!"
In the chaotic flames, I was shocked to see two flaming meteors burst out of the sky, the fairy sword turned into two streamers, and two dazzling long tails were drawn in the darkness, trying to cut a way of life.
The God of Death and the God of Plague, the two dark heavenly kings were slightly condensed, and they released their dark power to block the fairy sword.
"boom!"
There was a shocking explosion, the sky and the earth were chaotic, and the dark and light forces violently impacted, but seeing the blood splashing from the three waterfalls, the three people in the battle all vomited red.
There was a flaw in the dark killing game. In a moment of opportunity, the flame of chaos turned into wings. Ning Chen stepped forward, passed between the two dark kings, and rushed out of the dark world.
In the hell, Ming Yuan's expression sank, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked back at the Phoenix who was far away. He held his right hand empty, and a black long spear manifested.
The death god reappeared the ultimate move, the black spear was thrown, the darkness passed through time and space, and instantly caught up with the phoenix thousands of miles away.
The black spear penetrated the barrier of the flame of chaos and penetrated the body of the phoenix.
A muffled hum sounded, and the void splattered blood all over the sky, but the phoenix figure did not stop for a moment, and quickly went away.
"Cunning Phoenix, let him escape anyway."
The God of Plague looked at the phoenix who was far away at the end of the darkness, and said lightly.
Ahead, Ming Yuan gradually restrained his breath and said calmly, "Next time he will not be so lucky."
In the dark world, thousands of miles away, the phoenix scattered, walked out knowingly, the phoenix wings disappeared behind him, and fell directly from the sky.
At this time, from a distance, the magic butterfly swept in and caught the falling fate.
"Let's go back."
Hua Zhongdie looked at the severely injured white-haired man in front of her, with tears in her eyes, she smiled. He's alive, that's enough!