The door slowly opened, and what caught the eye was not any rare treasures, but a gray chaos, nothing, not even walls, just chaos.
Ning Chen turned his wheelchair into it, but he still didn't respond, but seeing a group of headless Yin soldiers coming, beside the Yin soldiers, there were ghosts and ghosts, it was very terrifying.
The Yin Soldier borrowed the way, and the ghost possessed the body. Ning Chen tried to avoid it, but found that no matter how he avoided it, the Yin Soldier was still getting closer and closer to him.
"A hallucination?"
Ning Chen frowned and didn't understand what was going on. When he turned around, he found that the gate had disappeared, and only he and thousands of Yin soldiers were left in the chaos.
"kill"
The Yin soldiers raised their arms, and the sound of killing was so loud that they were already in front of him in a blink of an eye.
A strange image, but not completely illusory, Ning Chen waved his hand and pulled out the black sword behind him, and swayed several war swords with one sword, and then his body retreated ten steps away.
Fortunately, the wheelchair under him was made by a gentleman from the academy, otherwise, it would have been completely destroyed by this series of battles.
This battle was inexplicable, Ning Chen didn't dare to be careless, waved his sword to condense his energy, and fought among the Yin soldiers.
The Yin soldiers are not strong, they are weaker than ordinary soldiers, but with ghosts and monsters accompanying them, it is a lot more troublesome to deal with.
There were too many yin soldiers, and Ning Chen gradually began to have scars on his body. The battle ge slashed his body, and the blood splashed in all directions would bring a yin to cold aura.
Ghost swords are hard to hurt, and only true qi can forcefully suppress them. However, every time a ghost passes through his body, Ning Chen will feel that his true qi is stagnant in his body, and his spirit is also much lower.
"I can't go in, I can't go back, it's all demons blocking the way"
Ning Chen was furious, the sea of anger surged, the ink sword condensed into frost, and the sword swayed, and the stumps of the seven yin soldiers flew with them.
There are endless ghost soldiers, ghosts that never stop, Ning Chen has more and more scars on his body, and more and more blood flows.
Without any rest, and without any breathing, the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand was dyed red with dark red blood, and the number of corpses under him was countless.
I don't know how long it took to kill, but Ning Chen only felt that his hand holding the sword was no longer conscious. Only his instinct was driving him to continue harvesting the shadow soldiers and ghosts blocking his way.
"cough cough"
The serious depletion of infuriating qi caused the previously suppressed injury to erupt again. Ning Chen vomited red in his mouth and looked up, only to find that he didn't know when, there were no more sinister soldiers in front of him who could stand up.
The chaotic world is the same everywhere, there is no distinction between night and day, as if the chaos at the beginning of Vientiane, everything has no rules.
Here, Ning Chen found that his True Qi recovered much faster than usual, and even his cultivation, which had not made any progress recently, was showing signs of breaking through.
Unfortunately, this place is not a safe place, let alone a treasured place for cultivation.
He doesn't know when the ghost soldiers will appear again. Although this painless dead thing lacks intelligence and combat power, it is really difficult to deal with the huge number and half-life ghosts.
"Tap"
Just as Ning Chen finally managed to suppress the injury and regained some strength, the distant war horses galloped, and in a blink of an eye, four headless black armored yin cavalry had slashed with their halberds.
With a bang, the swords and halberds collided, and the headless yin cavalry came with the remaining power of the war horse. Ning Chen's right hand was numb, and the impact of the war halberd was knocked five feet away.
"It's not over"
Ning Chen coughed lightly, and looked at the four headless yin riders who were surrounded by them. The ink swords in their hands trembled.
"Bang"
The battle situation resumed, the four halberds were linked together, and the attack and defense took turns. Even though Ning Chen was slightly better in physical strength, facing the inseparable cooperation of the four, he couldn't break the game for a while, and his body was stained with blood again.
"so annoying"
Not being able to attack for a long time, Ning Chen was bored, facing the attacking halberd, he could not avoid it, and he was forced to take a halberd.
The halberd entered the body and was dyed red, only to see a bloody hand gripping the body of the halberd, making it difficult to move even an inch on the bronze-colored halberd.
"when"
At this moment, the other three halberds came from the three directions, Ning Chen swung the black sword in his hand, swinging the two halberds, and immediately retreated, avoiding the third halberd.
One of the four halberds was missing, and there was a short-term flaw in cooperation. Ning Chen pulled back with his left hand, bullied his body, and slashed with a sword.
"cough cough"
In a brief moment, the battle situation changed a bit, Ning Chen's body could not bear the heavy load, and he began to cough violently.
The Yin Rider's arms are infinite, and each halberd has the power to open up mountains and crack rocks, and it cannot be stopped by human power. Ning Chen, relying on the acquired 4th rank physique, blocked several moves in a row, and his body began to gradually lose support.
"This War"
Ning Chen was holding the halberd that he had snatched from Yin Qi, and only felt a cold aura from the palm of his hand rushing into the meridians.
If he guessed correctly, this halberd must have been a very good magic weapon a long time ago, but it was too long in the hands of the yin cavalry, contaminated with excessive yin qi, and turned into a yin soldier.
If the yin qi in the halberd can be dispelled, it may restore the original characteristics of the magic weapon. However, this may be very small. The biggest possibility is that if the yin qi is dispelled, this yin soldier will also become a fast waste. iron. Of the four yin cavalry, one has been abandoned. There are great flaws in both offense and defense, and they are no longer a big threat to him. Apart from their extraordinary strength, the yin cavalry itself is not very scary. The remaining three, Ning Chen finally has Break through one by one without risk, no matter what
Said that he had also defeated a rank 4 martial artist who was a rank 6 master. Although the victory was disgraceful, he still won after all. Ning Chen put away a halberd and prepared to study it well in the future. The halberd was too much of a threat to him. Not to mention, the yin in it had the effect of restraining the true essence in his body. When the moves touch each other, they will be consumed invisibly.
He is very angry.
The yin qi in the land of chaos is getting heavier and heavier. The yin soldiers and yin knights are soldiers in the underworld, how could they appear here
What he just pushed open was the gate of the underworld, why did he come to this strange chaotic world
Ning Chen couldn't figure it out, so he could only use all the time to adjust his breath and heal his wounds. Fortunately, this place had a strong spiritual energy, and the recovery of infuriating energy was much faster than the outside world.
The injuries on his body are already very serious, new injuries, old injuries, internal injuries and trauma, all of which are in urgent need of meditation. Unfortunately, what he lacks most now is time.
The Yin Soldiers and Yin Cavalry do not know when they will appear again. If they stay here for a long time, they will starve to death even if they are not exhausted.
At this time, he missed the little white horse a little bit. If this guy came along too, he would be meat if he was so hungry.
After thinking about it, the Yin Soldier appeared again, Ning Chen's head was big for a while, he sighed softly, and had to forcefully pull out the ink sword again.
The battle situation was very boring, it was still a one-sided slaughter, no matter how ordinary people with aptitude, they would become more and more good at fighting in constant battles. Ning Chen's aptitude was inconspicuous in the eyes of those geniuses, but it was not bad in the category of normal people.
The Yin Soldier is still the Yin Cavalry, the same four people, the battle is more intense, and the injuries in exchange are more serious, but he has no choice.
In the end, Ning Chen himself didn't know how many Yin soldiers and Yin cavalry he killed. Every time he fought the same, he was injured, healed, and then fought again, and then he was injured, and then healed.
Killing to the point of vomiting may be how he feels now.
He didn't want to die, so he had to keep going.
And, in this place, it doesn't seem to be so easy to die.
The injury on his body didn't seem to worsen. Time seemed to no longer play a role here, but the accumulation of injuries again and again was enough for him to drink a pot.
He was even thinking, if he could go out, would he die immediately from such a serious injury.
He doesn't know what will happen in the future, but he knows that at least now he doesn't want to die.
When he didn't have time, he used Yin Qi's halberds to count, killing one wave to collect four, killing two waves to collect eight, and at the end, one wave after another appeared, and the number was not clear.
The battle halberds piled up into a hill, Ning Chen had a headache looking at it, and was too lazy to count it again.
Later, the halberds were counted in piles, piles, two piles...
The Yin soldiers and the Yin Cavalry kept appearing. After fighting again and again, Ning Chen could deal with it more and more easily. When he encountered the Yin Cavalry again, it was no longer a well-matched battle, but a one-sided killing, like chopping melons and vegetables. There is no suspense of fighting.
The blood on the ink sword has never dried, and the smell is pungent and disgusting.
The days without time were so monotonous and boring, Ning Chen felt that he was about to go crazy. If it weren't for the constant presence of Yin soldiers and Yin Qi, he had no doubt that he might have gone crazy already.
He was tired of killing, tired, and even vomited in disgust, but he still wanted to keep killing.
The mental torment has far exceeded the physical pain. If it wasn't for the stubbornness to live, he might have put down the black sword in his hand and let the halberd of the Yin Cavalry tear him apart.
Just when Ning Chen finally couldn't hold on anymore and was about to reach the brink of collapse, cracks appeared in the surrounding chaotic world, and it shattered with a bang.
The scene in front of him changed instantly. In the gloomy and majestic hall, a small white horse ate a bead on the altar in one bite, breaking the source of the entire illusion.
Ning Chen was saved, and the one who saved him was a little white horse that he had been thinking about eating meat for a long time.
Maybe Ning Chen would go crazy in one second at night, but the little white horse ate it in time, and at the most crucial moment, he ate the most crucial thing.
Ning Chen only saw what the little white horse swallowed. It seemed to be a bead. As for what it was, he didn't know.
On the altar, there is also a page of golden paper, a strange blood-colored demon knife, and a noble purple-gold divine sword.
Ning Chen turned his wheelchair to the front of the altar, and patted the little white horse's horses. He had a good attitude and expressed his gratitude.
"wheeze"
The little white horse didn't understand and didn't realize why the owner, who had always been very bad to him, had changed so much.
In front of the altar, Ning Chen stared at the golden paper and thought about it for a long time, then he bit his finger and dripped the blood on it, only to see the golden light flourishing, the golden paper slowly rose, and then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his dantian. Inside.
The same trick was used by Ning Chen on the Scarlet Demon Sword and the Purple Gold Divine Sword. However, the light from the sword shook the blood droplets away and refused to accept it.
If it's not gentle, then it's savage. Ning Chen squinted his eyes, and turned his true energy to grab the demon knife, but when he saw a majestic force attacking, he suddenly shook the uninvited hand on the knife handle.
Ning Chen withdrew his right hand and turned to try the long sword, but the result was the same. Today's Ning Chen is no longer a little white in the martial arts. Naturally, he knows what's going on. The demon sword and the divine sword do not recognize him. Perhaps from the beginning, he and most of the people thought wrong, this ghostly ruin, not unowned, but in
Waiting for someone to arrive, and this person is clearly not him.
If the little white horse hadn't swallowed the beads and saved him just now, he would probably have fallen into an illusion forever.
As for why the little white horse was not trapped by the illusion, this is not what he can know, but he really can't imagine that a horse will be trapped in the illusion. Today's reality is that the little white horse swallowed other people's beads, and he took other people's golden paper, but he couldn't take the most precious demon swords and divine swords with him.