In the strange spatial turbulence, an even more strange battle continued. The King of Bane and Ning Chen staggered three times, but they never really got to grips with each other once.
Under the veil of the sky, one after another of extremely faint brilliance came through from unknown places.
According to where Guanghua came from, Ning Chen was as close to the sky as possible. However, in the turbulent flow of space, every step he took, he didn't know where he would go.
The same is true for the King of Calamities, who can only rely on the most primitive instincts of the martial artist to find the trace of the other party.
Staggered again, the king of calamity turned his palms to condense his energy, Hao Yuan shook, and shot with a bang.
The blue ink sword intent in Ning Chen's hand rose, and the sword fell, and after a short while, it disappeared.
The sword palms collided, and the palm strength swallowed the sword intent, but was once again taken to a strange space by the turbulent flow, eliminating the invisible.
Ning Chen intended to get close to this side of the sky, he had no intention of fighting, he would leave when he touched it, and he was unwilling to fight hard.
The king of calamity came to take his life, so how could he give up easily, looking at the young figure who seemed to be in front of him, but actually didn't know how much space apart, moved his footsteps and chased with all his strength.
In the turbulent flow of space, the flow of time is obviously different from the outside world. The two people who enter it cannot feel the passage of time, but the outside world is already several days and nights.
It seems that the distance is less than a thousand feet, but after entering, you will know that the end of the world is just a few feet away, not to mention the distance of a thousand feet.
The silver space turbulence flew by the two of them constantly, and from time to time there were even more terrifying turbulent storms, which were very amazing.
In the space, no place is absolutely safe. The seemingly peaceful surroundings may become the center of a terrible turbulent storm in the next moment.
The turbulent flow was flying, and the sword in Ning Chen's hand was swung from time to time. The feeling of the blade standing on the space was extremely strange, as if there was nothing, and it seemed indestructible.
The unavoidable crisis will exist all the time, even the king of calamity will not dare to be careless. When turbulent storms appear, you can avoid them if you can.
If you are lost in the space and want to go out again, it is not as easy as you think. Except for the great perfection of the three disasters, no one dares to say that they can survive in the turbulent space forever.
Not many times when the two met, Ning Chen deliberately avoided it, and his strength was no longer what it used to be.
Time flies, and another half a month has passed in the blink of an eye. The two of them still haven't come out. The four-pole realm master sent Xuan Tian to come to check, but in the end, he found nothing and could only go back to his life. At the same time, the ground craftsman's mansion has been in his heart for a month. The independent and diligent habit he has cultivated since childhood makes the ground craftsman appreciate it very much. The heart is always bigger, one is not
Note that it ran without a shadow.
The matter of pulling the bellows is naturally handed over to Jiang Xin, and Jiang Xin has no complaints. In his spare time, he works hard to cultivate, and the two are not wrong.
After the eldest princess came back from the Hulei Dynasty, she came to the ground craftsman's mansion several times. As for the purpose, only Li Youwei herself knew.
In the past month, Li Youwei saw the general heart in the ground craftsman's mansion.
After all, Jiang Xin doesn't know much about the world of people. In this respect, it is not a little bit different from Li Youwei, who has been struggling in the government for many years. Many times, flaws are revealed unconsciously.
The ground craftsman didn't say much. In his eyes, the eldest princess of the Lihuo Dynasty was someone who could be trusted except for her temperament.
There are very few things that Li Youwei wants to know that can't be solved. After a few days, Jiang Xin's identity was checked and deceived, and it was clear.
After a few days, the two became good sisters who could talk about everything, especially when you heard that the eldest princess in front of her was a friend of Master, she trusted Li Youwei even more.
Regarding Ning Chen's past, Li Youwei quickly asked her from her heart. When she learned that he was not the spy of his realm as the Holy Land said, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
During this period, Li Yan also came here once and personally came to ask about the casting of the soldiers to suppress the luck of the luck. After seeing a little girl in the craftsman's house, a trace of curiosity appeared on his face.
Li Youwei whispered a few words, before Li Yan nodded, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Half a day later, Li Yan left. Before leaving, he glanced at Jiang Xin thoughtfully again, and left with full of thoughts.
The day of casting soldiers was set for one month later, when Lihuo opened the furnace and cast the soldiers of the Lihuo Dynasty's luck.
Among the four major dynasties, only the Lihuo Dynasty did not have its own soldiers of luck, and the dragon veins of a country were all suppressed by the Holy Land, which was one of the reasons why the Lihuo Dynasty had been unable to break free from the shackles of the Holy Land.
The theory of luck has existed since ancient times. Although it seems to be illusory, when you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can experience the mysterious power that can almost affect the world.
The casting conditions for the Soldier of Fortune are very harsh. It has been secretly prepared from the Fire Dynasty for nearly a hundred years, and the materials are barely prepared. Coupled with the existence of this generation of artisans, it is only possible to cast soldiers.
On the other hand, the matter of casting soldiers must be kept extremely secret, especially not to be discovered by the Holy Land, otherwise all efforts will be in vain.
In the Lihuo King's Palace, Li Yan stood in the main hall, pacing for a long time, struggles flashed in his eyes several times, and finally he was cruel, walked to the dragon chair, picked up a pen and wrote a letter.
When the "come" raised his head again, the struggle in Li Yan's eyes had disappeared, only firmness and indifference remained.
"In" a guard came over and knelt down.
"Send this letter as written above. Remember, it must be kept secret, especially not for the people of the eldest princess to see it," Li Yan said coldly.
"Yes" The guard took the order, got up to take the letter, and quickly retreated.
"Your Majesty, if you do this, I'm afraid it will hurt the heart of the eldest princess." An old figure walked out and persuaded softly.
Qin Yan didn't have much emotion on his face, and said lightly, "If you are a big deal, don't stick to the small details. I owe You Wei this time, and I will repay it in the future."
The old man sighed softly and said, "Since Your Majesty has made a decision, this minister will not say more."
When the words fell, the old man retreated into the darkness and disappeared.
In the following days, the Craftsman's Mansion and the royal family were all secretly preparing for the big event of casting soldiers a month later, but the little boy and Jiang Xin became idle. practice swords.
Outside the imperial city, Li Lao, who guards Li Huo, also has a serious mind, maintaining a low-key life, and trying not to attract the attention of people in the Holy Land.
From the 100-year plan of the Fire Dynasty, it will take less than two months to see that there must be no mistakes. The cold moon shines brightly, and the night is over halfway through. In the palace of the eldest princess, Li Youwei has not yet rested. She is also thinking about the casting of soldiers. The casting process of the soldiers of luck is not a matter of one or two days. eyes
attracted to other places.
"Coming person" Li Youwei got up and said.
"In" a figure in black appeared outside the door and respectfully said.
"mobilize all the spies in the hands to spread the fake news about the spies of the eastern region," Li Youwei said solemnly.
"Yes" The figure in black took the lead, and in a blink of an eye, disappeared into the night.
The Emperor Lihuo and the eldest princess, who have been exhibiting the same means in one day, all achieved the same goal. However, the means were different, and the results were worlds apart.
At the top of the Nine Heavens, in the endless space turbulence, Ning Chen and the King of Calamities have been in for a month. Every step is careful, and they are always on the lookout for space storms that will suddenly appear from nowhere.
Ning Chen was not too far from the sky at the top of the Nine Heavens, and the sword shook away a stream of light, and continued to move forward.
On the other side, the calamity king is in a different space, and his brows are getting tighter and tighter. Although he can't feel the passage of time in the turbulent flow of space, he probably guessed that his days are not short.
"drink"
With a long shout, the King of Calamity's whole body continued to rise, shining brightly, turning his palms on the turbulent space in front of him, and the next moment, his body passed by, and he moved forward with full force.
Feeling the violent vibrations in the surrounding space, Ning Chen was careful and accelerated as much as possible.
"when"
In an unexpected encounter, the swords and palms meet again, and the dazzling sword slashes across, a dazzling brilliance.
The calamity king turned sideways, turned his palms again, the figure in front of him had disappeared again, the space was turbulent, and all the breath was annihilated.
A short distance away, Ning Chen suppressed the blood surging in his body, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued to move forward.
Finally, after more than half a month in the outside world, the sky at the top of the Nine Heavens gradually appeared in front of him, and the brilliance became brighter and brighter, as if it was sunlight from another world.
There were slight cracks in both the Yandao and Qingmo sword in Ning Chen's hands, especially the Yandao's blade, which was full of cracks and could be broken at any time.
After all, the two swords are not magic weapons, and they cannot withstand the erosion of the power of space. In addition, they have to fight against the King of Calamities from time to time, which has long been overwhelmed.
Guanghua under the sky was so familiar, Ning Chen waved his sword to gather strength, and Shuanghua floated in the air, a sword swept away the illusion in front of his eyes, and looked at the scene behind the sky.
Not the sun, nor the starry sky, but a scorched land, full of desolation and dead silence.
Feather Valley!
Ning Chen was shocked, there was nothing wrong, it must be the Valley of Ascension. In the end, he attracted the heavenly tribulation and punishment here, dragged all the half-dead innate old monsters to bury, and completely turned the entire Valley of Ascension into a dead place. .
It turned out that the land of the four poles and the land of Shenzhou that he had been looking for for a long time was really here.
"Are you surprised? It's a pity, it's too late." In the voice, the king of calamity walked out, and the streamer armor was shining and dazzling.
Ning Chen sneered, but there was no panic at all, the swords danced together, the blue brilliance and the snowflakes in the sky, the meaning of the sword rose sharply, the nine heavens were shaken, and all phenomena quickly disappeared.
Seeing the opponent's extraordinary moves, the King of Disaster's expression condensed, and between his palms, Hao Yuan urged him to be on guard.
"It will be indefinite"
At this moment, Ning Chen's figure flashed, and after submerging into the turbulent flow of space, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The calamity king was startled, and immediately became furious. He slammed the turbulence in front of him with a palm, and quickly chased after him. (PS: I would like to use this chapter to mourn the author who passed away on the 21st of this month, the thief and the three idiots. May the kingdom of heaven be free from pain, and write your own stories with peace of mind)