In the immortal world, on the cracked void, the immortal temples continued to fall, smashing out huge pits one after another.
In the dust waves, several streamers sprang out, flying to the distance at extreme speeds, the Asgard was destroyed, and many strange treasures were born at the same time. After endless years, goodbye to the sun.
Seeing this, everyone present was shocked, and immediately jumped up and followed.
The competition of time, at this moment, every minute and second is so precious, the fairyland will be destroyed, and before that, we must go out in time.
"Ninth Junior Brother, this place is too dangerous, I can't take care of you anymore, you should leave first."
In a hurry, Ling Luozhen gave a voice transmission and immediately chased after a stream of light.
The other four sons of Momen also swept away in different directions. This trip to the immortal world was too unsuccessful. This was the last chance. Before going out, there must be something to gain.
"Yin'er, go"
Ning Chen said in a low voice, watching the streamers flashing in the distance, then stepped on his feet, led the little girl beside him, and quickly retreated.
The streamer galloped and disappeared in an instant, unable to see his true face, Ning Chen avoided the five sons of Momen and swept towards one side by himself.
Ahead, the cyan streamer is getting faster and faster, and the chasing figures are rushing past, one after another, competing with the times and others.
He was in front of him, reaching out to grab the cyan streamer. At this moment, the cyan light was flourishing, breaking through the space limit, and the speed reached the limit again. After being caught for a moment, he escaped.
"Can't escape"
Ning Chen's eyes flashed with cold light, Feng Yuan pushed to the limit, and under the setting sun, a black rainbow passed by and chased after him again.
Behind, one figure after another kept up, and the gap between their cultivation bases gradually revealed.
When the moon rises in the west, and the cold moon shines high, the edge of the fairyland, the blue and black streamers galloping past at the same time.
The black clothes drank lightly, and sword lights shot up into the sky all over the body, turning into sword rain and falling down, blocking the front of the blue light.
The road ahead was blocked, Qingguang stagnates, and quickly changes direction. However, after a moment of stagnation, the black clothes have arrived at the rear, turning his palms into Tianluo and locking them to Qingguang.
With a bang, in the violent collision, the blue light appeared, a small boat the size of a palm, with patina mottled all over its body, which had been eroded by the years.
"Let me see." Yin'er raised her head, curiously.
Ning Chen nodded and handed the boat to the little girl.
The boat that I started was a little cool, and the body of the boat, which was cast in bronze, looked a little rough and didn't look like a treasure.
"It doesn't look good." Yin'er looked around, but couldn't see any clues. With a small mouth, she handed the boat back.
Ning Chen took it and didn't say much, and led the little girl out of the fairyland.
Suddenly, at this moment, a figure in linen swept up from behind, with a majestic palm, bursting out of the air.
Ning Chen felt it, his footsteps turned, and the water and light were illusory, and it was already thousands of feet away.
The young man in mai snorted coldly, stepped forward, and then jumped up, palming Yuanlong, and he was desperate.
The power of stepping on immortals is unparalleled, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure flashed quickly, not wanting to touch him, just to escape.
"How long have you been hiding?"
The young man in linen sneered, his palms moving like thunder, and the bombardment of palm after palm was shocking.
The palm of his hand was chained, and he couldn't avoid it, Ning Chen waved his sword, the situation on the Taishi sword turned, and thousands of swords lighted towards him.
There was a slamming shock, and the stone was shocked. In the aftermath, the figure in black withdrew, a sword broke through the air, and a hundred zhang Kuang Lan roared out.
"too weak"
The young Mai Yi turned his palms to shake the sword light, and the breath around his body continued to rise. He stepped up, and the palm strength condensed the airflow in all directions, and slapped the front.
Ning Chen took Yin'er, stepped on a strange step, moved with extreme speed, avoiding the power of the palm, and immediately, the power of the extreme sun on the sword was galloping, and the sun's true martial arts came to the world.
Rumbling sword light, rising hundreds of feet, burning the sky and boiling the sea within a hundred miles, the collapsed space, unable to bear this heroic force, quickly fell.
When the ghost slave saw this, his eyes froze, his hands opened and closed, and the yin and anger surged, and the cold currents rushed forward.
With a bang, the sky and the earth were chaotic, the black clothes took a few steps, and a cold smile curved the corner of his mouth, taking advantage of the momentum to step out of the collapsed fairyland.
"Skyfall"
The moment of exit, the sword of Taishi moved, and the light of the sword shot into the sky, thousands of thousands, and turned around in a hurry. The next moment, thousands of sword lights fell from the sky, like a torrential rain, and instantly annihilated the collapsed immortal land ahead.
A sword fell from the sky, the sky and the earth collapsed, nothingness spread, and a powerful suction came out, swallowing everything around.
"See you later if you're lucky"
Looking at the annihilated world ahead, Ning Chen said something lightly, then turned around and left.
Outside the fairyland, the star field is shrouded in mist, and the four directions are chaotic and difficult to distinguish. Only the sword will move, pointing out a bright road in the lost.
The familiar sword, the sword breath reaches the heart, guides the lost, and walks out of the lost path.
At the end of the fog, the starry sky is vast and beautiful, and the young figure in green robe stands still in the heaven and earth, handsome and refined, as if exiled in a sword, making people unconsciously feel awe.
Not long after, two figures, one big and one small, walked out, and when they saw the person in front, they respectfully saluted a junior.
"Which one?" Prince Yan said calmly.
"Demon" Ning Chen answered honestly.
Prince Yan nodded, looked at the little girl beside him, and said, "Disciple?"
"En." Ning Chen responded lightly, patted the little girl's head, and said, "Yin'er, salute"
"Yin'er has seen senior." Yin'er saluted obediently.
Seeing the junior, Prince Yan's expression softened a little, and he said, "Come here"
Yin'er raised her head and looked at the man beside her, then walked over obediently.
Prince Yan waved his hand, the blue and red were mixed together, and in the little brilliance, an invisible sword breath sank into the little girl's right hand.
"What is this?" Yin'er looked at the sword pattern on her right hand and asked curiously.
"Sword breath" Prince Yan said softly.
"Does he have Ning Chen?" Yin'er asked in confusion.
"His aptitude is too poor, he can't learn it, it's a waste to give it," Prince Yan said lightly.
Yin'er heard the words, smiled, looked back and made a face, and then bowed again obediently.
"Why are you here?" Prince Yan said, looking at the younger generation in front of him.
"Following the parade of immortal corpses, because I suspected that the Lord of Momen might know something about resurrecting the dead, I temporarily bowed to Momen's door..."
Ning Chen briefly recounted what happened these days, however, about the matter of Zhongzhou, he just mentioned it in one sentence, and didn't mention much. Prince Yan listened patiently, nodded, and said, "The parade of immortal corpses has existed since ancient times. You need to investigate this matter yourself. As for the method of resurrecting the dead, don't be too hasty. above the Lord
In the hands of the strong, with your current strength, you cannot resist such an existence."
Ning Chen was silent and did not interrupt. "I once told you that too much obsession in your heart will affect your practice. Your body is made up of the resentment of all living beings. You are fortunate to get out of the phoenix body and become a self-contained body. You could have abandoned other thoughts, cast aside the bondage of the world, and concentrated on cultivation. , why do you still want to walk on the phoenix body
The road we have traveled," Prince Yan said with a frown.
Ning Chen was still silent, after a long time, he said softly, "I can't believe the current phoenix body, and the body is nowhere to be found. I can only find the way to revive the ghost girl." "You can trust others, why can't you now? Trust yourself, the phoenix body and the body have their own creations. Since you have chosen your own path, you should go on firmly. After all, the devil will not be tolerated by the world. What you should do is to continue to concentrate.
Cultivation until you have the power to change everything," Prince Yan replied with a stern expression.
In front of the fog in the star field, two figures stood still, with the same youthful faces, and there was not much difference. However, standing in front of the legend of Tsing Yi, knowing that no matter when it came, they were juniors.
The atmosphere between the two became a little depressing, and Prince Yan's rebuke was both a reminder and a lesson for the younger generation to do nothing.
Yin'er stood aside, she didn't dare to let out the air. She had seen how Ning Chen bloodshed the entire Zhongzhou when he was in the realm. She was really worried that the two would fight without a word.
"When this junior is taught, I will deal with the affairs outside my body as soon as possible, and then concentrate on my cultivation." After a long time, Ning Chen bowed respectfully and said.
Hearing the former's words, Prince Yan's expression gradually calmed down, and he continued, "That ink master has an unfathomable cultivation base, and his true strength may far exceed today's performance. Remember not to reveal your identity, otherwise there will be great dangers. disaster"
"Remember this junior," Ning Chen replied.
"Your sword, I've seen it, it's not bad." After the business was finished, Prince Yan said with a few words of praise.
"Predecessors Too Famous"
Ning Chen's deep eyes flashed a faint wave, he paused, and said softly, "Senior, there is one thing, I may trouble you to go."
"What's the matter?" Prince Yan asked.
"Junior once got a Sword of Immortal Execution in the Immortal Palace in the East Immortal Realm. However, when dealing with the invasion of Tianfu, it turned into a forbidden place with the help of Earth Qi. Now, this sword cannot be taken out," Ning Chen said.
Prince Yan heard the words, nodded lightly, and said, "I will go there when I have time to help you take it out."
On the side, Yin'er heard it, and said softly, "Senior, when you go back, can you go to Zhujian Villa and tell my mother, I'm fine, let them not worry about it?"
"Can"
Prince Yan responded and said, "It's getting late, those people in the immortal world are about to come out, remember, no matter how far you go in the future, don't forget to take the time to go back to Daxia to give her incense"
"Um"
Ning Chen nodded and replied.
"I'm gone, cherish"
After speaking, Prince Yan didn't say any more and walked away.
Green clothes, automatic without wind, a contemporary legend of Daxia, the person who leads the way on the sword of fate, searches for the sword all his life, listens to the sword all his life, and proves the sword all his life, after a trip to the fairyland, he leaves again.
Tsing Yi, who gradually disappeared, disappeared into the starry sky, a tall and straight figure, out of the dust and loneliness, no masters, no one to prove the sword, perhaps, the legend's life should be lonely.
Ning Chen watched Prince Yan leave, silent and speechless.
Demons, lost their minds, can't feel the warmth of the world, but they are not mentally ill, and the devil's body can see clearly, so, keep in mind every word.
"Ning Chen, where are we going now?" Yin'er stepped forward, holding her big hand with her small hand, and asked softly. "Back to Moxing" Ning Chen said softly.