In the land of Shenzhou, disasters of 100,000 miles, aliens descended, and a war caused incalculable damage to Shenzhou, with countless casualties.
After the war, the kings of the alien races left, leaving behind the weeping sentient beings in Shenzhou.
The heavy rain poured down and washed out deep ravines. This catastrophe came without warning, but it was like a violent storm, destroying the hope of all beings in the world.
Under the pouring rain, the old man leaned on crutches and turned to leave. The son, Xiaobai, walked behind the girl, pushed the wheelchair, and followed.
In the barren city, Jian took a photo to take over the second senior brother who had died in battle. His body was trembling constantly, his teary eyes were drooping, and he couldn't hide his sadness.
Ning Chen's heart hurts like a sharp knife is cutting, and he can't say a word.
Three days later, Ning Chen walked out of the barren city, hiding all emotions in his eyes, and regained his strength.
"Come with this king!"
In front of the barren city, Prince Yan said something calmly and walked forward.
Ning Chen stepped forward and picked up the sword stand, silently following behind.
In the continuous mountain range, in a heavy mountain, two figures stepped forward. In front of a waterfall that fell from a high altitude, the king stopped and said lightly, "Just here."
In the back, Ning Chen nodded, walked to the side and put down the sword stand, quietly waiting for orders.
"Pick up your sword."
Prince Yan opened his mouth and said calmly.
Ning Chen was silent, and after a while, he waved his right hand, and in the radiance, the famous sect reappeared, with dazzling brilliance.
"The righteousness is magnificent, this sword should not be covered with dust."
Prince Yan saw the sword in the former's hand and waved it. Not far away, the sword frame moved lightly, the red light flourished, and the red sword flew out and fell into the king's hands.
"Hold your sword tightly and move with this king."
As soon as the words fell, Prince Yan waved it in his hand. Between heaven and earth, the extreme state manifested, blood-colored lightning filled the air, and the sword was in the extreme domain, and the majesty came into the world.
Wang Jian moved, and the blood and electricity surged in the sky, and the sword that had never been seen before was overflowing with great intentions.
The king gave the sword, and the sword breath permeated, starting from the most basic sword, one move and one style, simple and unpretentious.
The Dao sword in Ning Chen's hand moved along with it, and the sword bone, sword intent, sword breath, and sword sense continued to rise, from repulsion to fusion, gradually merging into his body.
The sword of the barren city, the sword of the king, flooded each other, Ning Chen's body, a waterfall of blood burst open, dyed red plain clothes.
In the extreme realm, Prince Yan saw the blood mist bursting out of the former's body, frowned slightly, and stopped.
"Your sword bone, what's the matter?"
"I'm fine"
Ning Chen endured the severe pain in his body and said, "Senior, go ahead, I can hold it back."
Prince Yan didn't ask any more questions. If the sword bones of others want to be integrated into his own body, this pain can only be resisted by himself.
Wang Jian moved again. This time, he did not stop. The moving swords staggered in the extreme realm of the sword, galloping like thunder and dazzling.
Ning Chen's figure moved with Wang Jian, and with each sword, the sword bone merged into his body, and the pain deepened.
The dripping sweat, mixed with the overflowing blood, soaked his clothes again and again, but Ning Chen's hand holding the sword never let go.
He had lost it before, and only then did he know how rare the opportunity to hold the sword was. He couldn't lose to himself, otherwise, he would have failed Jian Er's entrustment before his death.
The world is in the same breath, whispering softly in the extreme realm, Prince Yan listens, listening to the sound of the former sword, the sword is extremely intentional, and even three points.
Since he has this determination and will, as a senior, he will do his best!
After the sword passed a hundred strokes, Wang Jian's sword stance suddenly changed, and the murderous intention broke out, passing by at high speed.
Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and the sword in his hand subconsciously swung it to block Wang Jian.
There was a sudden shock, and Wang Jian shook the Dao sword in the former's hand, and the sword's momentum did not change at all, and continued to swept forward.
"Uh" the sword entered half an inch, the sword's edge stopped, Prince Yan looked at the young man in front of him, and said calmly, "From now on, your sword is not allowed to have any impurities, or this prince will abolish it again, Today's Shenzhou no longer needs your protection, your
Mission is over! "
Ning Chen listened without saying a word, and after a while, nodded lightly.
"Practice by yourself until you can feel the breath of the sword. This king will go to the Daxia Imperial City and come back in ten days."
After speaking, Prince Yan waved his hand away from the sword stand on the ground, and immediately walked towards the distance.
Ning Chen stood in front of the waterfall and silently looked at the sword in his hand. The senior was right. Today's Shenzhou does not need him to guard, nor does he have the qualifications.
Not to mention those alien kings and emperors, even the most common fourth realm powerhouse, it is difficult for him to fight head-on, this catastrophe, if the seniors rushed back in time, Shenzhou would have been completely undone.
Before absolute strength, no amount of conspiracy and calculations are just vain, and his sword is no longer enough to protect the people he cherishes.
The roaring sound of the falling waterfall drowned out the sound of the sword. In front of the waterfall, Su Yi raised the sword again and returned to the beginning, so simple that there were no more complicated moves. Just when Zhiming returned to Divine State, in the Hongluan Star Territory, in the mist of the Star Territory, countless strong men flew out from the cracks in the space that were cut open. In just a few days, the strong men of a hundred tribes came to the world one after another, the fourth realm, There are many kings, but the king's
In addition to the original scale emperor, there is no second place.
In the battle of Shenzhou, the legend of the Great Xia was known to shock the hundreds of clans, and the existence of the strange old people of the human race became a taboo for all ethnic groups. , no one dares to offend.
In the major star regions, a hundred clan powerhouses appeared, occupying one side after another with a domineering attitude, and established religions.
The era of hundreds of races is coming, so suddenly, so many great religions from all regions, down to ordinary people, have to accept this sudden cruel and chaotic world. In the various divine lands, the king sits in the seat. Due to the majesty of the strangers of the human race, no large-scale battles have been launched for the time being. However, the hundred tribes are strong, the human race is weak, and the unequal distribution of interests is clearly present. of
A war seems inevitable.
Ziwei Star Field, Shendu Mountain and Zilinyuan, the two royal powers are facing each other. The two powerful races with emperor-level existences have also chosen the Ziwei Star Field that is closest to the world, and it has continued for thousands of years. struggle.
In Zilinyuan, Emperor Mingtian stood in front of the abyss, quietly looking at the boundless starry sky in front of him, a stream of light flashed in his eyes.
"Your Highness"
A man in a purple shirt came over, gave a respectful salute, and said, "It's time."
Di Mingtian returned to his senses, nodded, turned and walked towards the abyss behind.
It took so long to come out and waste too much time. Now, it's time to make up for these hundred years.
In the Purple Scale Abyss, among the new Jedi, Di Mingtian walked by, and half an hour later, he stopped in front of a blue pond that didn't look too big.
In front of the Dragon Transformation Pond, King Zilin looked back, looked at the figure walking by, and said calmly, "This is the Dragon Transformation Pond water that your grandfather brought here on purpose. Don't disappoint your grandfather and father."
"Yes"
Emperor Mingtian gave a respectful salute, and immediately walked into the Dragon Transformation Pond in front of him step by step.
At the same time, in the unknown realm of the gods, an old man with a withered appearance stood still, looking at the weeping people, and the tiredness in his turbid eyes became more intense.
Hundred clans were born, and the dark age of the human world came. If the human race could not survive this catastrophe, it would be the real eternal night.
"teacher"
In the back, a young girl with bright eyes and white teeth came in a wheelchair, looked at the old man in front, and called softly.
The old man turned around, looked at the girl in the wheelchair quietly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Peacock, how is it?"
"I don't feel anything." The girl said truthfully.
The old man nodded and said, "It's the first time we met, and I didn't feel that it was normal. In the future, there will be many opportunities for you to meet, and your relationship can be slowly cultivated, not in a hurry."
"Why does the teacher value that person so much, regardless of talent or strength, this person should not be the best candidate." On the wheelchair, Peacock said with a puzzled look on her beautiful face.
"Talent, after reaching the fourth realm, it is not the decisive factor. As for strength, everyone is not born invincible. His training days are still short, and it is not bad to be able to achieve this level." The old man said softly.
"The teacher's assumption is that this person can enter the fourth realm, but if he can't enter this realm, talent is a natural moat that cannot be ignored, and no one can change it." Peacock said seriously. The old man was silent. After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "Teacher just got a glimpse of the heavenly opportunity from this child's growth trajectory. No one can guarantee the future. The teacher will not force you. The choice is in your hands. The matter of marriage, teacher also
I can't make up my mind for you. "
On the wheelchair, Peacock nodded lightly and said, "Teacher, don't worry, if this person is really like what the teacher said, if he can enter the fourth realm in the future, then Peacock is willing to fully assist him, but if he can't do it, Peacock can only do other things. choose someone else."
The old man nodded and said nothing more. He turned his eyes and looked at the world again, and the sympathy in his eyes became more and more difficult to hide. The match of a peacock will always be the emperor who reigns over the world. In this era, an absolute powerhouse is needed to deter the hundreds of clans. He chose the young man, but whether he can do it or not depends on the young man himself. ability, he doesn't do much
interfere. Everyone should follow their own path. The young man's will is so strong, far surpassing any peers. This is the most important quality of the road of cultivation. easy
Survive, but what about ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times
It is not easy to bear the weight of all living beings, so he must be strong enough, even if there are thousands of disasters and thousands of calamities, he cannot be weak for a moment.
Although it is cruel, this is the reality. If he can't do it, he can only find someone else.
In the realm, in the Eastern Divine State, in the continuous mountains and rivers, Su Yi practiced the sword, just like a hundred years ago, with nothing, starting from the very basics.
The cold light on the sword reflects the bright moon, day after day, year after year. In front of the waterfall, the king stood still and looked at the juniors who practiced swords in front of him. Even though the progress was slow, there was no sign of urgency on his face.