Marquis of Grand Xia

The peak of the message, the cold wind caressing, the fallen leaves drifting, the breath of late autumn spreads among the mountains, and how much is languishing.

Before Daotai, the red dress bowed to salute and met the Lord of Momen.

"Master" Ning Chen respectfully said.

"What's the matter?" Said the ink master above the Taoist platform.

"The disciples are here to ask Master, is there really a time limit in this world?" Ning Chen asked directly without circle.

The Mozhu heard the words and was puzzled, "Why is there such a question?"

"The disciples had touched Huang Quan's ban in an ancient place and benefited a lot, so they were very interested in the years of ban with the same gods," Ning Chen said.

"There is indeed such a ban"

The ink master nodded his head and said slowly, "Four hundred years ago, I was the master of fashion and not the owner of the ink master. When I was free, I saw a great practitioner practicing the years of forbidden and divine forbidden destruction. memorable"

Ning Chen's expression condensed and said, "Master can know who is the great practitioner?"

The ink master shook his head and said, "I don't know, one side of the relationship will never be encountered again in the future"

Ning Chen's face showed regret, and after a moment, he suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and looked at the old man with the immortal wind and bones in front of him. He looked down and said, "The disciple still has something to do.

"Speak," Mozhu replied.

"Where did Sister Eight go and what will come back" Ning Chen said.

The ink master heard that there was no change in the old eyes, and said lightly, "The Eighth Real World Tribulation is approaching, and we need to concentrate on retreat, and will not come back temporarily. A critical step "

"I don't know where is the eighth elder sister's retreat?" Ning Chen didn't give up and continued to ask.

"What are you looking for the old eight?" Mo Zhu narrowed his eyes and said.

"Disciple practice encountered a bottleneck, and the Taiyin mantra practiced by the eighth sister and the sun mantra practiced by the disciple complement each other, or may help the disciple overcome this bottleneck," Ning Chen said calmly.

A stream of light flashed in the ink master's eyes, and after a long time, he said, "Galuo star in the north of the red luan star field, a magic disaster is coming, you go to deal with it, just take the opportunity to break through the bottleneck."

"Sister Eight"

Ning Chen spoke, however, before being able to ask in the future, he was interrupted.

"The matter of the eighth, you will say it after you come back. The matter of the evil disaster must not be delayed. Let's go today," Mozhu said indifferently.

"Yes"

Ning Chen bowed his head, but had to leave first.

At the fifth peak, Qi Huan looked at the direction of Yufeng Peak and sighed. Old Nine had a heart. Unfortunately, this matter could not be solved.

Outside the peak of the message, Ning Chen's expression sank, and he walked towards the ninth peak.

In the rear, on the platform, the ink master looked at the disappearing back of the former, frowning, and the unpleasant color could hardly be concealed.

At the ninth peak, the red light converged, and Ning Chen appeared and walked out of the Dragon Gate.

Yin'er, who had been waiting, saw that he trot up and cared, "Is there anything asked?"

"I will talk about it later, pack things up and go out," Ning Chen said.

Yin'er was startled and puzzled, "Don't we just come back, why do we have to leave again?"

"The task assigned by the master of Mo, I will talk about it on the road, and clean it up first," Ning Chen asked.

"Yep"

Yin'er heard the words and asked no more. He ran back to the bamboo house and brought the package that had not been opened yet back to the former.

Ning Chen waved his hands and put away the package, and immediately took the little girl down the mountain.

Outside the Momen, Ning Chen turned back, his expression condensed. After the last glance, he stepped into the Dragon Gate and disappeared.

Starry sky, on the northbound road, Yin'er can't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

"Galuo Star" Ning Chen responded.

"Why go there?" Yin'er puzzled.

"The Lord Mo said there was a magic disaster there, but this is obviously the words that the Lord Mo propelled me away. The Lord of Momen's peaks are not weak, and it is impossible for me to come forward. The real problem is still In the case of Ling Luozhen's disappearance, my questioning clearly caused the owner to be unhappy, "Ning Chen said.

"What should I do? Is Sister Luo really having a problem?" Yin'er said with a worried expression on her face.

"What about the box of rouge I let you put away?" Ning Chen thought about it and said.

"it's here"

Yin'er took the rouge from her arms and handed it over.

Ning Chen reached out and took it, opened the box, and looked at the red and **** rouge inside. After a long time, his eyes narrowed and he was in trouble.

"What's wrong? Did you see anything?" Yin'er asked anxiously.

"Ling Luo really did have an accident. It is very likely to be the same as Ling Yun, the leader of the third peak.

"How could this be?"

Yin'er felt uncomfortable in her heart, tears flashed through her big eyes, and she said, "How do you know?"

"There is real blood in the box of rouge, it is obvious that she feels the danger, and she left it deliberately," Ning Chen replied.

"Who hurts Sister Luo Luo, Master Mo?" Yin'er said sadly.

"I'm not sure yet, but according to the current situation, it is very likely," Ning Chen said solemnly.

Yin'er wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Then we will not go back after our trip. It is too dangerous in Momen"

"If you really do what the ink master does, whether or not to return, it may not be our own decision."

Ning Chen sighed softly, "If you can leave, Ling Yun and Ling Luo have already left, it is impossible to stay in Moshan and die. There must be a force they can't resist, but we don't know now."

"Is there no way?" Yin'er worried.

"Let's watch the changes, according to Qi Huan and Ling Luo's previous real reminders, before entering the immortal realm, there should be nothing wrong."

The words fell, Ning Chen's body was filled with black brilliance, the demon body turned out, and he said, "Just be different, and act separately according to plan."

"En" Ning Chen nodded.

"And me?"

Seeing the sound, Yiner asked anxiously.

"You follow Fengshen first, this time I won't leave for too long. It's really troublesome here in Momen. Fengshen alone is hard to hold, and I will come back soon," the demon said calmly.

"Oh"

Yin'er heard it, nodded, and responded wisely.

"Don't expose your identity. In addition, Xuan Luo will not appear when it will appear, so be careful of the embankment," Ning Chen reminded.

"I know, after finding the right spirit, I will rush back as soon as possible, and before that, try not to confront the Mo Zhu directly."

After speaking, the demon body said no more, and the figure flashed towards the other side of the starry sky.

"Let's go too"

Watching the demon body leave, Ning Chen took the little girl beside him and speeded up, rushing towards the north of the Red Luan Star Field.

Galo star, the devil lingers, the entire big star is almost turned into a dead star, corpses are everywhere, and blood rivers are flowing everywhere.

The real horror, the evil of the world, shocks people's hearts.

Before the Killing Sword School, the Emperor Xuanyi stood still, her white hair fluttered, her eyebrows were printed and dazzling, and her terrifying breath swayed, and the surrounding mountains also shook.

The demon in the emperor, his eyes are cold, the magic sword in his hand is constantly bleeding, the recast magic sword, and the reappearing demon are more killing than ever.

Within the Killing Sword faction, the swordsmen formed an array, and a strong man at the guru level sat in the town to fight the devil.

Before the formation, the white-haired dancing Xuanyi Emperor moved, and the magic sword was shining brightly.

"Reincarnation"

The magic sword was slashed, the sword disc came out, and the cycle went back and forth, and the cycle began again and again, endlessly, in an instant, between heaven and earth, thousands of magic swords struck the sword array, annihilating everything.

"Uh"

With a muffled sound, dozens of Grandmasters of the Sword School flew out with blood stained with vermilion in their mouths.

"Why" the master of the Sword School staggered and asked.

"Because, **** you"

The emperor replied indifferently, the Demon Sword started again, and a mighty magical energy spread out. Suddenly, nine days above, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and the thunder came.

"Burial days"

With a bang, the magic front entered the ground, and within a few moments, hundreds of miles of mountains collapsed, and in the sea of ​​clouds, a sword light fell down, burying the heavens, and destroying the world.

Suddenly shocked, the sand waves were frantic, and the whole mountain range collapsed with the killing sword faction, blood donation spewed like rain, and the rain fell like rain.

Within the mad sand and waves, the emperor walked out, his white hair fluttered in the wind, and walked away.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, the Dragon Gate manifested, and one figure and one figure came out.

The vision and prospects are shocking and eye-catching. Only blood donation and corpses can no longer be seen.

Yin'er covered her small mouth, and her body continued to tremble. Even after seeing the changes of Zhongzhou in the beginning, seeing this scene again was still difficult to accept.

Ning Chen looked at the little girl next to her and said softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid"

Yin'er regained his mind and responded softly, grasping it more tightly with his subconscious.

"boom"

Thousands of miles away, the mountain range crashed, the terror wave came, Ning Chen felt, looked at the front, said nothing, and took the little girl away quickly.

Killing sword ruins, blood donation has not dried up, stained red mountain, telling sadness.

Ning Chen rushed to see the demon qi and sword intentions around him, and his body shivered fiercely, Ziyi.

The sword faction buried in the mountain stone became history in a day. Once famous, it is now nothing but loess.

Under the stone, suddenly, a trace of movement sounded, so slight, but clearly passed into the ears of the two present.

Ning Chen's eyes squinted, the figure flashed over, came to the mountain stone, waved his hands to shake the mountain stone.

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Without saying a word, I can only regret that the fallen arms are not raised again, and the master of the sword faction is not willing to pass away.

"Ugh"

With a sigh, Ning Chen stretched out his hands to close the former eyes, the grudges during his life, and disappeared after his death, Huangquan Road, walked all the way.

Stopping for a moment, Ning Chen led Yin'er to leave. Outside the mountains, he waved his hands and condensed his sword. A sword of light rose into the sky, and he didn't face the mountains behind him.

Rumbled and shattered, the collapsed mountain range collapsed, buried the body of the dead, the dead entered the earth, and the soul returned to Huang Quan.

"Ning Chen, is it really a demon?" Yin'er whispered.

"Yep"

Ning Chen nodded and sighed again.

In order to resist Pluto, Ziyi's three souls have been demonized. When the grandson left, the unspeakable regrets have so far made him unable to release his arms.