The abyss of darkness, the supreme breath is pervasive, sacred and full of magic, the most mysterious place of the eternal night gods, hides the most unknown history of Shenzhou and even the Five Territories. E 小 Ω┡said WwW. 1XIAOSHUO. COM

"Lord Lord" Ben Jiang knelt before the golem and bowed to sin.

The leader died in battle, the life and death of Qu Li was unknown, the strength of the gods was greatly damaged in a day, and the battle power was damaged by more than half, which really made him a little caught by surprise.

"Benjiang, as one of the three martial arts champions, your performance disappointed me"

Among the golems, a noble and indifferent voice came out, not like human beings, but more like a **** of creation.

"The Lord's Atonement" Ben Jiang whispered.

"From today on, you will be led by Yongye God, and complete the task I gave you as soon as possible." The indifferent voice re-started and ordered.

"Under the decree, it's just that the sacred religion now suffers a serious loss of combat power, and its subordinates are not as powerful as the priest, and they are worried about being entrusted by the prince," Ben Jiang respectfully said.

"Come on"

"Yes"

Ben Jiang heard the order and stood up, but upon seeing the golem, a mighty Hao Yuan fell and rushed directly into his body. The majestic divine power even broke through the barriers of the realm to destroy the decay and the three disasters. Among.

"Uh"

The painful voice broke out, and Benjiang's black air spread, and the black rose, and the surrounding air continued to rise until the peak of the second disaster.

"Thank you for your merits"

Ben Jiang swallowed his pain and knelt.

"Now you have the strength to match any strong man in Shenzhou. Don't let me down again, let's go back"

"Yes"

Ben Jiang led his life and got up and left.

After Ben Jiang left, the lonely dark abyss, the magic atmosphere gathered back, the darkness breathed away, and the calm was restored.

With the Seven Sources gathered together, the existence behind the Yongye God Religion can obviously become more powerful in the world. The calamity of the Divine State is getting closer and closer.

Abandoned city, night comes, blood moon hangs high, before the sword pool, Ning Chen comes as scheduled, respectfully salutes, "Senior Mubai"

"Today's battle, go all out to pick up, can take a few types" Twilight calmly said.

"Two styles" Ning Chen said honestly.

Twilight nodded, raised his hand, and the sword of chaos flew out of the sword pool, and the sword broke into the air, reaching the former immediately.

Ning Chen retreated, holding both hands, the sword of the king, and the sword of the big Yin Qingque flew out at the same time, and the two swords condensed the snow and blocked the sword of chaos.

With a bang, the three swords faced each other, and Su Yi drew ten feet, blocking the first sword.

At this moment, Twilight, who had been in front of Jianchi, had come to Chaos Sword, holding the sword in his right hand and taking it one step further.

Ning Chen's figure turned into an illusion, wanting to avoid the edge, however, the sword's intentions followed, but it was too fast to avoid, whether it was fast, or fast, fast was shocking.

With a loud bang, the sword of King Yan flew out and landed on the ground in the distance.

With only two swords, the gap between the sword's cultivation practices was undoubtedly revealed. Ning Chen barely resisted the two styles, and the third style to be developed was too weak.

"Sword style, one sword is invisible"

The invisible sword comes out again, the chaotic sword tire disappears, the sword emerges from the front line, the world is sharp, a residual shadow passes by, thousands of sword shadows condense, the most concentrated sword comes from the sky.

An unstoppable and unstoppable sword, Ning Chen no longer guards, Qingque gathers in a true element, and crosses the chaotic sword fetus, one sword for another, and swipes to the white figure in front of him.

After a loud noise, the sword finger blocked the blue sparrow, and the chaotic sword stopped before the mouth of the heart. At the next moment, the chaos flew over and returned to the sword pool.

"Not bad," Mu Baiyan commented.

Take the two types intact. Although the third type is somewhat out of limits, this kid always likes Tibetan moves. In real battles, he should barely be able to take it.

The true meaning of the sword is fast, accurate, concentrated, and ever-changing, and it is enough to take the first three strokes.

The remaining shortcomings must be compensated by talent and effort. The talent, this kid is really ordinary, as for hard work, this does not need him to worry about.

"I've done what I should do, don't bother me anymore in the future, leave" Mubai waved her hand and said humanely.

"Thank you seniors for your guidance, juniors resign"

Ning Chen respected the ceremony again, took off the sword and turned away.

The Great Xia Zhengqi Hall, the alliance of the three dynasties, has basically been discussed. The Manchu dynasty, the Northern Mongolian court and the two emperors of the two dynasties solemnly expressed their views and will send troops as soon as possible to deal with the Yongye gods.

The strong power of the three dynasties did their best and rushed to the Western Front of Daxia from all over the place.

Beimen Tieqi borrowed the Tianmen Pass, and then came to the first male pass of Daxia. The purpose was already different. The Beimen Tieqi who passed the Tianmenguan Xunxi to the west was just as terrible as before.

The 10,000 Golden Armor of the Manchu Dynasty took a step forward under the leadership of the Manchu Prince. Many martial arts strongmen escorted them and hurried to the Western Front.

The congenital rapid convergence of the three dynasties helped the army march westward, and the vast Hong Tao made everyone see the changing trend.

The three most powerful dynasties in China joined forces, and the Yongye Army fought back and forth.

The blood moon in the sky is more and more obvious every day, as if covered with a thin layer of blood mist, which is terrifying.

Before Yongye God's Religion, a red shadow appeared, the flame was burned, and a disaster was sorrowful.

On the throne of the Third Temple, a black figure snorted coldly, the black gas disappeared, and it turned into a streamer before it appeared in flames.

With one punch, the majestic and true yuan, the rivers and rivers, and the reborn Bianjiang, the strength can not be matched with each other, and the world is shaking.

"The hospitality of Yongye Gods really makes people dare not compliment"

Ronglou sang coldly, turned his palms to greet the move, the blood cells gathered, and slammed into the black airflow.

"Prove you have this strength"

Zhenjiang Zhenyuan Yuanyuan urged another three points, like a mountain fall, and pressed the brilliant blood element.

"It's right for me"

Ronglou's eyes were cold, his hands rose with blood, attracting the fierce prestige of the Eight Wastelands, gathering the spirits of heaven and earth, and sinking into the world.

There was a violent explosion, and the void swayed. The two men stepped back ten feet each.

"Your Excellency came to my gods, I don't know what to do." Ben Jiang gathered his breath and said.

"Union" Ronglou said one by one.

A bit of strange color crossed in Benjiang's eyes, such a strong man is indeed rare, but the price must be expensive.

"Condition" Ben Jiang asked calmly.

"Kill the sword and bodhi, seize the blood of the phoenix" Rong Lou said coldly.

"Please come in for details" Ben Jiang narrowed his eyes and invited.

Ronglou stepped forward, and the two Xeons standing on the top of the world were thinking about each other and running side by side.

At the top of the Nine Heavens in the Four Polar Realms, in the turbulent space, a figure flew into it, and I didn't know how long it had gone, hurried to the land of China.

Knowing the Hou Mansion, Ning Chen sat in the study day and night, looking at a piece of information from the Imperial Palace and the Tarisi, thinking about every step of the arrangement.

This is the most critical moment, and there is no room for error.

"Houye, the princess is awake." At this moment, Ruoxi knocked on the door of the study room and said anxiously.

Hearing the words, the light in Ning Chen's eyes beating, immediately got up and walked out of the study.

In the bedroom, Xinyu, who was brought back in a coma for more than a month, finally opened her eyes, her delicate face, slightly pale, and a little more weak.

The people who saw it were familiar and gentle, and the gentleness was not real. Xia Xinyu reached out his hand and wanted to feel whether it was true or false. He lifted half of it but had no strength.

Ning Chen stepped forward and took the latter's powerless hand, and said softly, "The princess is not afraid, she has arrived home"

The true touch was so warm, Xia Xinyu opened his mouth, said something, and it was unheard of. Only the nearest Ning Chen heard it clearly and put it in his heart as always.

The power of Qijue was stripped from 8 to 9 ~ 10. Xinyu was still very weak, and she fell asleep after speaking.

"take good care of"

Ning Chen was silent for a moment, then asked a word, and went out.

...

The moonlight hung high, the wilderness rushed, the red blood shadow ran away, and the bodhi behind him chased step by step. The golden golden shadow was difficult to get rid of.

Step by step, step by step, passing through the wilderness instantly, Bodhi will live to kill evil.

Suddenly, not far away, a powerful palm shot, the black surging, terrible power, so that the moonlight was bleak.

Sword Bodhi eyes condensed, his left hand twisted the Buddha's seal, and blocked the move.

With a bang, sand dust lifted up. At the same time, Ronglou turned his palm and patted his blood, killing his bodice.

Benjiang and Ronglou, the two top strong men of the world, jointly hindered the Bodhisattva Road, and also opened up opportunities for the alliance between the two sides.

In the dust, Zuo Luo Kaifeng, Huaguang dazzling, one sword cut open the blood, Jian Bodhi looked at the two figures on the left and right, a touch of condensation flashed in the calm eyes.

"Bald donkey, your road has come to an end," Ronglou said coldly.

"Guests from the West Buddha's hometown can still be satisfied with this arrangement," said Bian Jiangzui, crossing the corner of his mouth with a smile.

"Two kindnesses, sword bodhi can only accept, bodhichitta, buddhism is boundless"

Faced with the cooperation of the two powerful forces, Jian Bodhi reopened the world of Buddha Yuan, the Buddha light rose up, shining a thousand, swastika, turning the range of thousands of feet to the Buddha world.

"Dying and struggling," Rong Lou snorted coldly, his figure flashed, the blood knife fell, the glamorous red light, and the murderous opportunity revealed.

Ben Jiang then stepped forward together, palming his black breath, with terrifying power, not like the strength of a martial artist.

"Buddhism, forgiveness and punishment"

In the light of the Buddha, the ancient sword of Brahma whirls and touches the bodhichitta, and the endless power of the holy congregation gathers to slay the sinister soldiers, cut the haze, and return to the pure land of the world.

There was a loud noise, and blood was splattered, and the front of Ronglou resisted the Bodhi's move, and he stepped back a few steps, vomiting vermilion ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ popping "

The sound of blood dripping was so light that the corner of Jian Bodhi's mouth slipped with a touch of blood. In front of him, Ben Jiang's palm was printed on Bodhi's chest in exchange for the same injury.

Bodhi stepped back half a step, the dharma seal turned the finger of the sword, and shook the person in front of him.

"Jian Bo Ti, one trick for another, how many tricks can you resist?" Rong Lou wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, and sneered coldly.

"Gossip less, it's time to send him west to see the Buddha"

As the words fell, the black gas spread all over Benjiang, endlessly, constantly swallowing the Buddha's light, and the last move was to exterminate the Buddha Road.

The Ronglou no longer speaks much, the real energy urges, sinking blood, spreading rapidly in the Buddha's light, the Rong clan bans the move, and reproduces the world.

"Amitabha"

Bodhi did his best to make life difficult. At this extremely critical moment, a bluish-red figure broke into the battlefield and cut the dead end with a knife. The heroic posture was remarkable.