Ning Chen clenched his fists to a pale white, looking at the friend who disappeared from the first temple, his heart was very heavy.
"Let's go, go back"
Prince Yan waved his hand, retracted the green and red swords, and said.
Ning Chen knew that it was impossible to bring Ziyi back no matter what, he sighed in his heart, turned around and left together.
The army retreated, retreated into the territory of Daxia, and the third hall of the eternal night appeared, and the war would be reborn.
Prince Yan returned and took the two to the Daxia Imperial City. He had not returned for many years, so he finally wanted to go back and have a look.
The road ahead is so long, Ning Chen has a lot of thoughts on his mind, and his brows are furrowed.
Ning Chen suppressed his thoughts and forced a smile. Over the years, the only thing that hasn't changed is Aman.
The road is difficult, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, Prince Yan is not in a hurry, Aman is not in a hurry, and Ning Chen is in a hurry.
Not in a hurry or slow pace, walking in the wilderness, the simple yet noble Tsing Yi dances with the wind, living in a contemporary legend, stunning the past and the present.
"Senior" Ning Chen was impatient and spoke again.
"Jing" Prince Yan didn't look back, but replied calmly.
Ning Chen sighed lightly, there was no other way but to continue to follow.
Ten days and ten nights, the three of them walked out of the western border and entered the hinterland of the Central Plains of Great Xia. However, they were still far away from the imperial city.
The whole body of killing karma was full of blood. Because of Xia Ziyi's infatuation, Ning Chen was furious and forcibly suppressed the rebellion in the Confucian Sect and Prajna City with extreme bloody means. Not keeping the original intention.
Prince Yan could see that Ning Chen was not far from the fourth calamity. If the latter went through the fourth calamity with the current situation, failure would only be the only outcome.
On the eleventh day, the ghostly energy in front of him protruded, a red shadow appeared on the road ahead, and Rakshasa appeared, his eyes were cold.
"Finished, follow up"
Prince Yan said something, without stopping, and continued to walk forward with Ah Man.
Ning Chen looked at the ghost girl who suddenly appeared, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The red wedding dress is still bloody, and the delicate and moving face is not covered with red silk, so beautiful, it makes people lose their souls.
Since the day they parted, the two met for the first time, the ghost girl who returned to the body of a rakshasa.
Rakshasa is a symbol of viciousness and viciousness in the underworld, ruthless and bloodthirsty.
"If I fall into a demon in the future, will you be called the Eternal Night Divine Sect like saving Xia Ziyi?" the ghost girl asked.
Calm words, with a hint of coldness, Rakshasa has affection, but fate is ruthless, eight to nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in the world, once the underworld Rakshasa woman returns to her original heart, her human nature will gradually disappear until she becomes the master of the underworld.
The Rakshasa is inherently evil, and the good looks are nothing but the mirror.
Ning Chen didn't know the meaning behind the ghost girl's words, but he nodded earnestly and replied, "We are friends, and it is Ning Chen's duty to act as a friend."
A ray of light flashed in the ghost girl's cold eyes, and she said softly, "It's enough to have your words. If I fall into a demon in the future, you don't have to be merciful. The ghost girl is willing, and there will be a future."
The voice fell, the ghost fog reappeared, the red shadow disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Ghost Girl"
Ning Chen stepped forward, but only touched a touch of residual red, and could no longer leave behind a shadow in the ghost fog.
On the road ahead, Prince Yan walked forward step by step, without caring about the younger generation behind him, whether it was robbery or fate, he had to experience it himself.
"Aman, he followed you for ten days, did he ever feel the breath of the sword?" Prince Yan asked.
Ah Man shook his head and said, "No"
"Heh" Prince Yan stopped asking more and continued on.
Idiots, fools, many times, the points are not so clear.
If it is only about intelligence and ingenuity, ten Ah Man combined cannot be worth one Ning Chen. Except for the military advisor of the former Beimeng Royal Court, there may be no one in the world who can surpass this junior.
It's a pity that being smart doesn't mean high talent. Ning Chen is smart enough, but he has too many obsessions in his heart, and the sword heart is hard to be clear.
In the back, Ning Chen followed, because of the ghost girl, the worry between his brows deepened.
Aman reached out his hand again to smooth the former's frown, and said softly, "It doesn't look good."
Ning Chen regained his senses and smiled, but the smile became more and more reluctant.
"Give me your sword," Aman said, taking the former's hand.
Ning Chen was stunned, but before he could speak, Ah Man had put his other hand on his chest.
"I want this one inside"
The Sword of Knowing Fate, the sword of fate by blood, is self-evident in its importance, but Aman has already asked for it.
Ning Chen had only rejected Ah Man once in his life, and since then, no matter what, he never said no again.
This time, too.
"kindness"
Ning Chen didn't hesitate, he flipped his right hand, his true essence moved, and a blood mist filled the sky.
On the cyan sword, the blood-colored veins are vertical and horizontal, and the dazzling blood light flows, as if there is real life, which is extremely extraordinary.
Aman took the sword, and the next moment, knowing his fate, he entered the body and chose the master again.
The two people's blood vessels are connected, and there is no problem of blood vessel rejection. After a while, the blood light dissipates and everything converges.
Ning Chen's expression was slightly pale, he lost his life-defining sword, and his breath also weakened a lot.
In the next few days, the pace of the three of them became even slower. Prince Yan gave Ning Chen time to recover from his injuries. If he lost his sword, no matter who it was, it was impossible for him to recover quickly in a day or two.
Fortunately, Ning Chen has an extraordinary foundation, and also has phoenix blood to protect his body. After five days of recovery, he is generally fine.
"Boom"
Just as the three of them continued on their way, the sky in the east suddenly dimmed, and thunder roared, trembling for nine days.
Ning Chen's expression was shocked, and at a glance, he could see where the thunder came, which was the direction of Ascension Valley.
In the Valley of Ascension, thunder roars for nine days, the realm master is in Shenzhou, and the reappearing four-pole realm master has a better aura than before, his face is much younger than before, his power is suppressed, and it is earth-shattering.
At this moment, the innate powerhouses in the entire Shenzhou land felt this unshakable breath, and their faces were shocked.
"Oh?"
In the third hall of the Eternal Night Divine Sect, a whisper came out, and it was obvious that there was a little surprise at this sudden change.
"Shenzhou Earth, hehe"
The understated smile grew bigger and bigger. No one could question the arrogance of the supreme powerhouse, and Shenzhou wept bitterly, which seemed to herald the coming of a greater disaster.
"How can this be"
Ning Chen's fists clenched, and his eyes looked at the figure on the distant sky, and his heart felt powerless for a while.
In the west, there is the strongest master of the three halls of the Eternal Night Sect, and in the east, there is the reborn master of the four poles. This time, what else can he do.
At the same time, the five Marquis of Daxia all felt it, and their eyes were unprecedentedly solemn and decisive. The thousand-year-old Daxia must not have an accident in their generation.
The strange oppression, so heavy, spread across the eastern sky, and suddenly, a white memory flashed in Ning Chen's heart, and it became clearer and clearer.
Although the faint breath is not too obvious, it is not impossible to feel it at all. The white giant cocoon found in Lingchuan Migu had a similar oppressive force.
Ning Chen's expression sank, if that's the case, it couldn't be worse.
He hadn't yet found a way to deal with the white mist insect wave. The last time he was able to cut down the grass and root, he didn't expect to leave such a big disaster.
"Let's go, continue on the road," Prince Yan said calmly, and then continued to move forward.
"Senior," Ning Chen said anxiously.
"Meditation" Prince Yan said indifferently, unmoved.
Ning Chen was anxious in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He followed behind, patiently hurrying step by step.
After more than ten days, the three finally reached the Daxia Imperial City. After the Confucian Sect Rebellion, all the forbidden troops in the imperial city were mobilized. After seeing the figure of Tsing Yi, the commander of the forbidden army was shocked and immediately knelt down. down.
"Meet Prince Yan"
When the soldiers in the rear saw the commander saluting, they were shocked, and then knelt down and saluted respectfully.
"Meet Prince Yan"
An accident happened to the Seven Kings, Emperor Xia was enchanted, and the blood of the royal family in Daxia was almost wiped out. Now the most legendary prince in Daxia has finally returned.
"Get up"
Prince Yan walked forward without any stop, walking all the way towards the palace.
Ning Chen and Ah Man walked behind and went together.
The return of Prince Yan, the Great Xia Palace, one after another knelt down to greet him, the legend of Great Xia is finally coming back today.
At the very center of the palace, the Tianyu Palace, which once represented the splendor of Daxia, has disappeared. Prince Yan glanced at it, and immediately walked towards Weiyang Palace.
After Xia Ziyi was enchanted, the only bloodline of the royal family was Chi'er, who was under the age of four. The political affairs of the court could only be sent to the Weiyang Palace to ask the eldest grandson who was still on the sickbed to make a decision.
The warnings of the Confucian Sect and Prajna City are vivid in their minds. After seeing the bloody means of the Marquis Zhiming, all the officials in the court were much more stable, and no one dared to touch their bad luck at this time.
The guilt of the Confucian sect was investigated by the Taili Division, and the world was notified. Even the matter of poisoning the kings is now well-documented, and there is no room for sophistry.
Tai Li Si's method of extracting confessions is the best in the world. The secret room of torture has almost become a forbidden place for the entire Tai Li Si to talk about it.
Tai Lisi asked everything he wanted to know from the command of Bingzhang, and even confirmed the crime of Confucianism's rebellion.
The most important thing is that in this special period, anyone who wants to cause trouble must carefully weigh whether it is their own fate or the cruel heart of Zhiminghou.
The Confucian sect destroyed the sect, and Prajna City was almost massacred. This was not a dream, but a real thing. This was the bloodiest rebellion in the thousand years of Daxia, no one.
In Weiyang Palace, Prince Yan came with two juniors, Qing Ning stepped forward to greet him, and then led Aman aside, leaving space for the three of them to talk.
Ning Chen looked at the eldest grandson sitting on the sickbed, a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes, the empress who had worked so hard to protect him was really old. The vaguely beautiful face, more haggard and exhaustion, and successive blows made the eldest grandson's body that was not very good finally unable to support it, and became weaker day by day.