The sound of the war was coming to an end, and the broken Birin was stuck on the ground next to it, and accompanied the master through the last part of his life.
In the distance, the glow of phoenix blood is unparalleled. Ning Chen's whole body is full of red blood, and under the morning light, it is like the second round of rising sun, shining brightly in the world.
Seeing the astonishing vision in the east, Zong Qianqiu, Can Feng and others felt a sense of unease in their hearts.
All over the world, looking at this bloody beam of light, I was once again shocked.
Feng ming nine days, earth-shattering, all the world can see the sky full of blood, so dazzling, as if the whole sky is covered with blood, extremely poignant and beautiful. The phoenix bloodline awakened, the physical cultivation base re-entered the innate, and in an instant, he broke through the shackles, drew the power of heaven and earth into the body, and even broke the level. After two years, the cultivation base and the realm were finally united again. Chen, temporarily suppress one at any cost
His body was terribly injured and his murderous aura soared to the sky. On the top of the spiritual platform, the alien Dapeng appeared again and shot straight into the sky.
Before the Eternal Night Sect, the fallen sandalwood bamboo saw the beautiful colors of the distant sky, and a touch of relief flashed in his gradually dim eyes, it was worth it.
The bloody figure of "Senior" flashed past, took one step, caught the former, and said with heartache.
Tan Zhu opened his mouth lightly and said a few words, very light and incomprehensible, only the last sentence drifted in the wind and was faintly audible.
"Today... From now on, Da Xia... will be handed over to you"
The last wish is still attached to Da Xia, Da Xia Wuhou, who is behind him, until he dies.
"Senior, junior will take you home"
Ning Chen's heart hurt like a knife, he gently closed Xiyinghou's eyes, and immediately tore off the blood cloak and tied it to his back.
Last night, the senior took him out of the siege, and today, he took the senior home.
Zong Qianqiu felt the dangerous aura on the former's body, his expression condensed, four purple charms appeared in his hand, and he summoned the magic spirit.
When the evil god came into the world, the sword, halberd, axe, and tomahawk were powerful and powerful. One of the most powerful techniques in the world. Every evil god has a strength that surpasses the innate third tribulation, and is extremely powerful.
Ning Chen looked at the four green-faced evil gods in front of him, all dressed in blood-colored clothes, hunting and dancing, waving his hand to force the sword of fate out of his body, and suddenly, a waterfall of blood gushing into the sky, the power of thunder, ice, and wind. Surging mighty, sweeping the world.
Knowing the fate of starting, on the cyan sword body, the blood lines bloomed with dazzling brilliance. After a breath, the blood clothes disappeared, and the sword entered the cloud and slammed out.
The two evil gods, the axe and the tomahawk, bore the brunt of it. They were directly shattered by this terrifying sword light, and in a flash, they vanished.
The sword halberd slashed, and the fateful sword spun around, swung the sword, and with a loud bang, the evil spirit stepped back and got out of the way.
Ning Chen's figure disappeared again, and swept to Zong Qianqiu's body.
There was a stab, and the sound of clothing and silk cracking sounded, and on Qianqiu's chest, the purple light fur was cracked, and a trace of blood dripped down, dyeing the red shirt.
Ten steps away from the exit, and then a moment later, it is the fruit of death and destruction. Zong Qianqiu's face is gloomy, turning his palms to gather Yuan, and the thunder comes into the world, turning the world into a sea of thunder.
The two evil gods were in the sea of thunder, their swords and halberds fell, and they came again.
At the same time, Can Feng and the remaining three Shenwu guards bullied themselves up and blocked the road ahead.
Ning Chen's expression was icy cold, with a move of his hand, the Sword of Fate swirled into the air, and the source of thunder spread out, absorbing the power of the thunder in the sky.
The next moment, Zhiming descended from the sky, with a majestic force, and slammed away.
The three Shenwei Guards could not bear their strength, their bodies exploded, their blood and bones scattered, and they returned to heaven and earth.
The residual wind also couldn't stop this terrible power. The ancient sword in his hand was broken, his identity flew out, and the blood fell like rain.
The person who was chased and killed by them just now has such a big change at this moment. The completely different situation is shocking.
Ning Chen, who had regained his sober consciousness, was no longer someone to be slaughtered by others. The absolute difference in strength made Can Feng see clearly. It turned out that the evenness between the swordsmen last night was just a self-righteous illusion.
"Remnant wind, you step back." Zong Qianqiu ordered, solemnly said, his Shenwuwei has almost been lost, and he can no longer sacrifice in vain.
"Yes" Can Feng staggered two steps and dragged his heavily wounded body back into the battle. Although he was unwilling, he could only obey orders. He knew very well that the next battle was beyond his level.
"Diffuse yin and yang, transform the four images, perform martial arts in the beginning, and create spirits"
In the midst of thousands of years, Nayuan inspired the boundless power of belief in the divine religion. Nine days of thunder appeared, the earth, mountains and rivers collapsed. In the terrifying vision, an illusory figure slowly condensed and shook the universe.
As soon as the gods who have gathered their beliefs appeared, the ten-mile earth collapsed and flew up. It was difficult to bear this extreme power, and to make the end of the world indistinguishable.
"Earth Scroll"
Ning Chen took half a step forward, and the dark yellow radiance rose up all over his body. He was the first person in the world with the foundation of the world, and he reappeared the trick of the ultimate celestial book.
The yellow light swayed, and the earth that was lifted into the sky, under the force of the force, immediately cracked and fell, returning to its original state.
The black ups and downs, the appearance of the gods is invisible, the gray feathers are scattered in the sky, the terrifying power, the heaven and the earth seem to be intolerant, the space is distorted, and the circles of ripples are constantly scattered.
In the face of the incomparably powerful illusory body, Ning Chen pointed his sword and followed him, the sword intent gathered in a shape, and with a single step, the sword broke through the void, and he regretted the body of God.
The sword of opening the sky collided with the body of the god, and it rang out with a bang. The gust of wind and rage annihilated everything. Ning Chen and Zong Qianqiu took a few steps back together, their blood swelled, and their injuries were swallowed.
The body of the god was created by the sword intent, and it continued to appear and disappear. At the same time, after the second temple, the power of faith in the abyss of darkness flew out again, continuously penetrated into the body of the god, and stabilized the body of the god.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, he stepped back, and the figure disappeared under the rising sun.
"Palace Master" Can Feng stepped forward and said anxiously.
"No need to chase"
Zong Qianqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand back to the power of faith, and said, "This person is difficult to stay for the time being, and it is useless to pursue more."
Can Feng's hands clenched to a pale white, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.
"Back to the Temple" Zong Qianqiu turned around, his figure flashed past, and walked towards the temple.
Can Feng glanced at Dongfang's disappearing figure, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned around to follow.
Within the sect of the gods, blood was swept across the ground, and there were many corpses everywhere. Countless guards and generals died in this battle. It was the first time in thousands of years that they suffered this catastrophe, and their eyes were desolate.
When the war begins, there is no justice left, only cruelty and blood remain. No matter how glorified the rhetoric is, it is just a lie to deceive oneself and others.
History books have always been written by the victors, stroke by stroke, and a bit of the truth at the beginning.
It's just, what are the common people, and what are the mountains and rivers.
In the western border of Xia, in front of the black water army camp, a smear of blood appeared.
Ning Chen coughed out a mouthful of blood, his breath became disordered, and the injuries in his body tended to explode again.
When the Marquis of Triumph heard the movement, he walked out immediately, saw the figure covered in blood in front of him, his expression changed, he stepped forward and supported him.
"Knowing Prince"
The Marquis of Triumph turned his palms to condense his energy and injected it into the former's body to help him stabilize his injury.
Suddenly, Marquis Kaixuan froze, seeing the figure on Ning Chen's back, his heart trembled, and he couldn't believe it.
"West Movies"
The most familiar face is now forever separated from heaven and man. The Marquis of Triumph is heartbroken, and the pain can no longer be called out.
"Respectfully send Marquis Wu"
Not far away, after hearing the name, the soldiers of the Black Water Army were stunned for a while, then knelt down silently and sent them off respectfully. After Ning Chen slightly suppressed his injuries, he quickly explained his investigation in the Eternal Night Sect. At the last moment, he wearily urged, "Junior will send Senior Xiying back to the Imperial City first. As for the matter of Wujun, The Three Calamities Strong in Eternal Night Sect
Before the person leaves the customs, it should be solved as soon as possible, and the person sent by the four poles..."
The Marquis of Triumph listened to the information that was exchanged with life and blood, and kept it in his heart.
Ning Chen left, and he didn't even have time to heal his injuries. One crisis after another, people were exhausted and didn't dare to stop for a moment.
Thirty miles west of the imperial city, in front of a solitary tomb, Ning Chen appeared with the Marquis of West Shadow.
No one knows whose tomb this is. Every year during Qingming Festival, only the Marquis of Xiying will come alone to present a sandalwood and bamboo flower.
Ning Chen buried the Marquis of Xiying and the people in the solitary tomb together.
Hou, who exists like a shadow all his life, finally chose to return to Daxia in a plain and indifferent way, without any light, and his soul returned to his homeland, this life is enough.
Ning Chen knelt down and silently kowtowed four heads.
A figure covered in blood, with a young face, a proud body, the emperor refused to kneel before, only two people kneeled in his life, the first was the eldest grandson, and the second was Prince Yan. Today, in front of the tomb of Xiying, kneels respectfully. body.
The life-saving grace is like rebuilding, but it can never be repaid.
The last words of the seniors echoed in my ears, and from now on, they will be deeply rooted in my heart.
The cold north wind blew, and the dry sandalwood bamboo in front of the grave swayed, and the figure in blood disappeared.
Knowing the Marquis Mansion, Ning Chen had just entered the mansion, and before he could stand still, he saw Ning Xi and Ruoxi who had been waiting anxiously for several days, and before they could speak, they heard a thunderbolt.
"Brother, something happened, King Haowu was seriously injured, and now it's at stake, I can't hold it anymore"
"what"
The sudden bad news affected the injury that had been suppressed for a long time, Ning Chen staggered under his feet, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.
"elder brother"
"Hou Ye"
Ning Xi and Liu Ruoxi's expressions changed greatly, they stepped forward to support the former's body, and their faces were terrified.
"Take me to King Haowu..."
Before the words were finished, the remnant who had been supporting him for a day and a night was finally unable to support him, and passed out.
Calling in my ear, I can't hear it anymore, the blood all over my body, new red, old red, at this moment, mixed together, no one can tell the difference.
In the Haowu Palace, the candle flame was beating, and the wind was blowing from somewhere, the candle flame swayed violently, and the light and dark changed several times, as if it would go out at any time. On the bed, the vitality that gradually dissipated was irreversible. No matter how Luo Fei concentrated on her true qi, it would no longer work.