Outside the world, in different small worlds, successive battles have occurred. Ning Chen, who has been fighting outside all year round, has not returned to the Immortal Realm for nearly a thousand years.
I don't know if it's because of guilt in my heart or what, Ning Chen flattened the small worlds created by saints one after another, and never returned to heaven.
For thousands of years, the ghost girl who was hit and comatose still hasn't woken up.
Even though the strength of the Lord of the Underworld is extraordinary, however, after all, he has not yet entered the realm of creation, and he has received the full force of the sage of the Great Dao, and his fleshly body is already close to collapse.
For a thousand years, Ning Chenye used his own Dao power day after day to nourish the ghost girl's body, waiting for the day when she woke up.
In the depths of the collapsed Netherworld, the ghost qi became more and more intense. In the ghost qi, a beautiful figure sat cross-legged, and the beautiful face became paler and paler.
For thousands of years, in the womb, the holy fetus continued to grow, and it was almost the time of birth.
At the same time, with the imminent birth of the Holy Womb, Mingming's body became weaker and weaker.
Outside the nether world, a figure with indistinguishable yin and yang stood still, with a look of hope.
Finally the day has come.
Holy fetus, this will be the most powerful existence since the beginning of time.
In the nether world, the voice of pain came out. Even the sage-level nether master would have to suffer endless pain at the moment of giving birth, and it was unavoidable.
Mingming gritted his teeth and endured the seemingly endless pain, and the hatred in his heart also rose rapidly.
She was going to burn that person to ashes.
"what!"
Time flies, and another hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, in the depths of the nether world, an extremely painful groan came out, which made people feel terrified.
After a moment of silence, a loud cry came out, accompanied by a powerful holy prestige, spreading all over the world.
"This is?"
From all sides of the big world, the saints of the Great Dao felt it, and looked in the direction of the nether world, with shocked expressions on their faces.
What an amazing power.
At the same time, in the small world created by a great sage, Ning Chen, who was fighting, felt this aura, and his heart trembled involuntarily.
This familiar feeling, why
Outside the Netherworld, Yin Feihua showed a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, and she stepped into the Netherworld.
In the depths of the underworld world, Mingming, who had just given birth to the holy fetus, was extremely weak, and it was very difficult to even stand up.
At this time, the red and pink aura filled the sky, and Yin Feihua broke into the nether world and took action to seize the Holy fetus.
"presumptuous!"
Feeling faintly, the extremely weak face showed anger, barely raising Yuan, the saint who forcibly blocked the avenue of lust.
"Lord of the Nether, in your heyday, I might still be afraid of you by three points, but now you are no threat."
With a palm of Yin Feihua's palm, the Lord of Netherworld in front of him was directly shaken back several feet, and he stepped forward and hugged the Holy Womb, then turned and left.
"puff!"
Ten feet away, he staggered to a halt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, hurting even more.
"child!"
Ming Ming endured the injury and immediately chased after him.
However, Ming Ming, who had just given birth to the Holy fetus, was severely depleted in terms of energy and cultivation, and only after chasing out the world of the underworld, there was no trace of the Lord of Lust.
"child!"
A look of panic flashed in Mingming's eyes, the mother's nature, even a saint, is inevitable, the loss of the child, and the heart is completely panicked.
Outside the boundless time and space, Ning Chen was fighting against the master of the small world. Inexplicable irritability also flashed in his heart. A sword shook the saint in front of him.
In the small world, the saint took a deep breath, escaped from the catastrophe, and was in a cold sweat.
A hundred days later, before the Netherworld, Ning Chen swept over, looked at the collapsed Netherworld in front of his eyes, weighed it for a long time, and flew into it.
That breath came from here, and he wanted to see what happened.
The world of the underworld is devastated, and the one world that has been destroyed has been completely destroyed.
Ning Chen searched all over the world of the Netherworld, but did not find any aura, even the Lord of the Netherworld had disappeared.
Ning Chen stood in the Netherworld and waited for ten days, but he never waited for the Lord of Netherworld to appear.
As a last resort, Ning Chen could only leave.
Starry sky, time and space are turbulent, and a blood-stained figure traverses time and space, chasing and killing lust saints from thousands of miles away.
One battle after another, Mingming's injuries were getting heavier and he didn't have time to recover.
Mingming didn't dare to stop, for fear that after stopping, he would never be able to find the trace of the lust saint.
As if the induction between mother and son, every time the lust sage is about to get rid of the pursuit of the Lord of the Netherworld, the Lord of the Netherworld quickly appears in front of him.
After the continuous battles, the lust sage obviously felt that the cultivation of the Nether Lord was gradually recovering, and his strength became stronger and stronger.
"It's really haunted!"
The Saint of Lust looked at the figure rushing in from afar, thought about it, changed direction, and rushed towards the eighth heaven.
Mingming chased after him, feeling the aura of the Great Dao remaining between heaven and earth, looking at the sky, and chasing it up again.
The eighth heaven, the world in which the gods who control time reign, the laws of time flow, the rays of light cover the eyes, and it is sacred and extraordinary.
The lust sage swept into the eighth heaven, and after a while, Mingming also chased after him.
"Lord of the Nether, you have crossed the line."
However, at this moment, between heaven and earth, a majestic voice sounded, directly blocking Mingming from the eighth heaven.
"God, are you trying to shield the Lord of Lust!"
Mingming looked at the world ahead and said solemnly.
"The matter of this seat, don't bother Your Excellency."
The god of the eighth heaven opened his mouth and responded.
Mingming heard the words, his expression sank, his body filled with ghostly energy, and he slammed into the big world in front of him.
In the eighth heaven, the god raised his hand, and the law of time filled the air, blocking the attack of the Lord of Netherworld with a bang.
As the most powerful among the saints, the power of the gods in the eighth layer is already above Mingming. Now, the latter has been severely injured, and the gap between the two is getting bigger and bigger.
For ten springs, summers, autumns and winters, the two kept fighting each other. Each time, they ended in a tragic defeat. If they could not break into the eighth heaven, they would have no chance to take back their children.
The last time they fought, the god's palm almost pierced Mingming's heart. If the body of the saint was not immortal, the Lord of the Underworld would have to be removed from the world in this battle.
In the end, Mingming dragged the body of heavy trauma and left, looking for other ways.
In the seventh heaven, after more than a thousand years, Ning Chen returned to the Immortal Realm for the first time.
When Ning Chen returned, he didn't disturb too many people, dragging his tired body into the Immortal Palace to recover his wounds.
"Why did you come back?" Lime stepped forward and asked softly.
"Cause trouble."
Ning Chen closed his eyes and said tiredly.
The voice fell, and above the fairyland, Mingming's figure appeared out of thin air.
Inside the Immortal Palace, Ning Chen felt it, and his eyes suddenly opened.
The next moment, above the Immortal Hall, a figure in plain clothes appeared, raising his hand to block the palm of the Lord of Netherworld.
"Go save Guigui with me immediately!" Mingming looked at the man in front of him, and said his hatred.