In the world of the netherworld, the master of the netherworld is destined to fight against the nether world. In an astonishing battle, the 18th hell that has been fought must go back.
Mingming, the master in charge of the nether world, his combat power is shocking, and he has surpassed ordinary saints, reaching the level of heavenly saints and eighth-level gods.
There is God's will in the dark. After Ning Chen's battle situation was unfavorable, outside the nether world, the immortal corpse parade rushed over and broke into the nether hell.
In the immortal sedan chair, Emperor Yan of the Underworld rushed out, wearing a bright red wedding dress, with a dazzling purple brilliance in his hand, and slashed at the Lord of the Netherworld with his sword.
"My dearest sister, how can your sword point point to your sister."
Mingming pointedly blocked the Divine Sword of Emperor Yan, looked at the woman in red in front of him, and said with a smile.
With a slamming sound, the saint Yuan filled Mingming's body, and he suddenly retreated from the prefecture Yan Jun.
In the back, Ning Chen saw this, his expression sank, his four swords lined the sky, and his might was pushed to the limit.
The earth-shattering power, the sword shakes the nine heavens and ten places, in the battle, the figure of Suyi's white hair swept past, the four swords flowed side by side, and crashed into the Lord of Netherworld.
All over the body, the pervading Saint Yuan vibrated sharply, and it was difficult to bear the power of the four swords flowing in parallel.
There was a sudden shock, Sheng Yuan collapsed, and Mingming stepped back half a step, and a drop of blood fell silently on the red lips.
Since the war, the Lord of the Netherworld was injured for the first time. Although it was not serious, it made people see the hope of defying God.
"Get out!"
With a cold drink, Mingming raised his hand and slapped the slap in front of him with a direct palm.
"Prince of Immortal Domain, and my dearest sister, you really made me angry."
The words fell, and Mingming's body slowly rose into the air, and suddenly, in the world of the underworld, ghosts were in full swing, and they gathered sharply from all directions.
"Come on!"
Seeing this, Yan Jun of the Underworld, his face changed under the red hijab, he immediately swept his body to block Zhiming, and turned his palm to shake the latter out of the battle.
boom!
At this time, in the battle situation, the Lord of Netherworld made a move, and the palm of the hand that destroyed the sky and the earth was directly photographed.
Unavoidable and unstoppable, the figure of the Underworld Lord Yan, who received the palm of the Nether Lord, flew out and smashed onto the ground.
In the air, the red hijab fluttered, stained with blood, and dazzling abnormally.
Outside the battle, Ning Chen saw the face of Yan Jun in the underworld, and Gu Bo's heart trembled fiercely.
Ghost girl!
Even though there have been speculations, but after seeing it with my own eyes, I still can't keep calm.
"Ghost girl!"
Ning Chen passed by, came to the ghost girl, lifted her up, and said in pain, "It's really you!"
The years are ruthless, and everything has already changed. At the beginning, she was still a weak young man, and she appeared in his life.
"Come on!"
The ghost girl said weakly, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, and she dyed the red wedding dress over and over again.
"For a ruthless man, sacrifice again and again, my stupid sister, is it worth it?"
Mingming stepped forward step by step, looking indifferent.
"never mind."
In front of the ghost girl, Ning Chen stretched out his hand to support the face of the woman in front of him, with a very gentle expression, and said, "This time, I won't let you leave again."
Whispering softly, as gentle as water, at this moment Ning Chen, who had almost forgotten the emotions of the world, was full of tenderness on his face, and the richness could not be dissolved.
Demonic energy, surging, like a storm, like a giant wave, a heavy and cold breath surging, the devil knows his destiny, but his expression becomes more and more gentle.
In an instant, in the void, a huge avenue bridge manifested, solidifying rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Dao of Demons, the Dao that is known for killing and ruthlessness, is now enlightened in love.
Ning Chen got up, raised his sword, and without a word, his figure flashed out instantly.
boom!
There was a shock from the sky, yin and yang were chaotic, the nether world, ghost qi and demon qi violently impacted, and the whole nether world collapsed with a bang.
The nether world collapsed, the terrifying power swayed, and all the three people inside were shaken out.
"court death!"
In the midst of nothingness, Mingming's expression sank, his ghost energy condensed, and he refused to face the fate ahead.
Ning Chen stepped to stop his retreat, his figure swept past, his body was full of surging demonic flames, ten times the offensive, condensed in one punch.
boom!
Confronting again, in nothingness, a terrifying wave of air surged, destroying the two of them.
As he was close at hand, Ning Chen raised his hand and clasped Ming Ming's left shoulder, his body was filled with crazy flames, and he wanted to burn the Nether Lord in front of him.
The demonic flame burned his body, and the clothes that had been transformed from ghost energy all over his body were instantly destroyed, revealing a large area of fair skin, which was abnormally dazzling.
Aside from his cultivation and identity, the Lord of Netherworld is an absolute beauty in both appearance and temperament. However, Mingming himself doesn't care, and Ning Chen even ignores it.
The close combat is extremely dangerous. Facing the fighting style of the Lord of the Immortal Realm in front of him, Mingming is also not weak, and slams the former with one palm and one palm.
The cultivation base has reached the realm of saints, but the battle between the two has returned to the most primitive physical combat of human beings. It looks ordinary, but it is actually more and more dangerous.
Mingming's left shoulder was pierced by Ning Chen's punch, blood was flowing, and a large area of white skin was dyed red.
Similarly, Ning Chen's right rib was also punched by the palm of the Netherworld Lord, and the bones were looming, which was terrifying.
However, the physical bodies of the two of them are all tyrannical and abnormal, and no matter how serious the injury is, they will recover quickly.
After several battles, almost all of Mingming's clothes were burnt away. Perhaps it was a woman's instinct. During the battle, Mingming always covered some private parts intentionally or unintentionally.
It is precisely because of this that Mingming's shots were restricted and he suffered severe injuries several times.
In a tragic and somewhat ridiculous battle, neither of the two left their hands, and the only purpose was to kill each other.
The two fought from the nether world to nothingness, and then from nothingness to a strange small world. For three days and three nights, the two of them did not know how many small worlds they had destroyed, and their injuries became more and more serious, even if they were saints. cannot be repaired in time.
After another ten days, the bodies of the two of them were almost destroyed. Due to the severe injuries to their bodies, their cultivation was already difficult to exert. If it weren't for the vaguely terrifying holy might, the two of them would be no different from mortals.
In an unknown small world, the two bodies fell from the sky and fell into the valley.
In the valley, the scent of red and pink filled the air, and a figure with a bewitching and handsome face, whose yin and yang were indistinguishable, stepped forward, looking at the two people who fell into the valley, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Heaven treated him well, and actually sent two saints to let him fulfill his dream.
The next moment, in the valley, the scent of pink and pink is so strong, blocking all the spring light.
In the red-pink breath, two naked bodies entwined, and the body temperature rose sharply.
The spring is infinite, but it is obscured by the red and pink scent of the sky, and you can't see anything from the outside.
I don't know how long it took, the valley became quiet, and there was no sound anymore. Half a day later, an extremely terrifying roar suddenly erupted in the quiet valley, and even the saint was completely out of his mind.