In the Zhongtian Realm, in the primitive mountains that stretch thousands of miles, the Emperor Sword Lord died in battle. Ning Chen seized the Kunwu Divine Sword and was about to leave, he was moved by the survival of the Purple Lightning Fighting God General.

Knowing the fate has been in blood for a lifetime, and I have experienced countless moments of life and death. It is clearer than anything else. How desperate it is to die of life and death.

Are you afraid? Of course, you are afraid. Nothing can be transcended in the face of death.

Ning Chen came to Zidian and reached out to tear off the divine armor on his body.

The close-fitting divine armor left the body, Zi Ding's body, her fair skin was exposed, and she was as crystal clear as jade.

The purple lightning whimpered, driven by the woman's instinct, she wanted to protect the scenery on her chest.

However, under severe injuries, Zi Ding's body was no longer able to move and could only expose her skin to others.

"Don't move around."

Ning Chen shouted coldly, stopped the former from moving randomly, raised his right hand and pointed at the sword, and his sword intent rose sharply.

Hearing the former's cold shout, Zi Ding's body trembled and did not dare to move anymore.

In the collapsed primitive mountains, Ning Chen took action to heal Zi LED, with an extremely solemn expression.

On Zi Ding's body, a terrifying sword injury spread from his left shoulder to his right rib, with flesh and blood turning outwards and bones visible.

Above the wound, Kunwu's sword intent lingers, and it is still constantly eroding the vitality of purple lightning.

Ning Chen's right hand condensation of his sword finger, using his sword intent to dispel the sword intent, and preventing Zi Ding's injuries from continuing to worsen.

"Well!"

On the wound, the sword intent impacted, and a severe pain came. Zidian let out a muffled groan, unable to withstand the bone-eroding pain.

"Don't move around, hold it back!"

Ning Chen's expression became more and more serious. While helping Zi LED dispel Kunwu's sword intent on the wound, he shouted in a deep voice.

"Um."

Zidian endured the pain and responded, raising his last strength, and insisting on not allowing his body to move.

Kunwu's sword intent is extremely powerful. Even though he is as strong as Ning Chen, it took a long time to completely dispel the sword intent on the purple lightning wound.

Nearly half an hour, Zi Ding's body was soaked with sweat, and her face was pale as white as white paper.

After Ning Chen dispelled the sword intent on Zi Ding's body, he turned his sword finger into a palm, and the chaotic true energy surged and penetrated into the former's body.

The Chaos True Yuan entered the body, and Zi LED's chest, and the wound healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, it had recovered as before.

However, although the external trauma healed, the internal organs severely damaged by Zi LED still need time to be treated. Ning Chen can only temporarily help him suppress his injury, but cannot help him recover completely.

After a long time, Ning Chen stopped and showed a strong look of fatigue on his face.

First, he had a fierce battle with the Emperor Sword Lord and then chased the Emperor Sword Lord. Ning Chen was already extremely tired. After healing Zi Ding's injuries, his body had reached its limit.

"Thank you."

Zidian also saw the tired look on the face of the white-haired man in front of him, and said gratefully.

Ning Chen was so tired that he had enough strength to say something. He sat aside, leaning against the stone behind him, and gasping heavily.

Zidian tried to sort out his clothes, but accidentally pulled the internal organ injury, and tears almost fell out of pain.

"I advise you not to move around."

Ning Chen said tiredly, "The injuries in your internal organs are very serious. I don't have the strength to heal you now. I will tear open the wound and endure it yourself."

When Zidian heard this, he was so scared that he dared not move anymore. Even the powerful man in the heavenly realm was no different from a mortal before life and death.

The night was getting darker and deeper. Under the quiet night, neither of them said anything more. Zidian leaned halfway against the stone, and felt a little nervous.

She was seriously injured again, and she had no strength to resist.

She knew her body was attractive to men. She was not a fool, not to mention that she didn't have much clothes on her body now.

In the quiet night, the needles can be heard. The quieter the night, the more nervous Zidian felt.

Time passed little by little, and Ning Chen fell asleep tiredly by Zidian's side, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Zidian felt a sense of shock.

Are you asleep?

The strength in his body recovered a little, Zidian sat upright carefully, looked at the white-haired young man beside him, and a strange color flashed in his beautiful eyes.

Over the past century, she has seen him three times, and every time she meets, she is on the battlefield. Every time she meets, this young man will be much stronger.

She could see that this young man was not very old. Compared with the old monsters who had lived for endless years in the divine world, the little time this person practiced was really nothing.

However, the vicissitudes of his body were so heavy that he seemed to have been suppressed by the years.

At this time, the cold wind blew, and a fallen leaf fell from the sky. The moment it touched Ning Chen's face, a powerful sword intent burst out, directly thorning the fallen leaf into pieces.

Seeing this, Zidian was shocked and immediately did not dare to move any more.

After observing for a while, I found that the man in front of me was not awake. A strange color flashed on Zi Ding's face. Is it just a natural reaction of the body?

In the sky, the cold moon travels westward, dawn is approaching, and at the darkest moment of the world, Ning Chen wakes up and his strength gradually recovers.

Seeing the former awaken, Zidian immediately withdrew his gaze and did not dare to look again.

"How long have I slept?" Ning Chen stood up, looked at the woman next to him with empty eyes and asked.

"One, one hour." Zidian replied nervously.

Ning Chen heard this and the phoenix fire spread out all over his body and was about to leave.

"Are you leaving?" Zidian asked hurriedly when he saw this.

"Well, I have something to do." Ning Chen said calmly.

"Can you take me away?" Zidian looked at the quiet primitive mountains around him, with a pleading look on his face.

Ning Chen frowned and nodded slightly. The phoenix fire filled his body, engulfing the purple lightning, and then rushed towards the Eastern God Realm at a very fast speed.

Under the dark night, the phoenix galloped past and passed a dazzling red light across the sky.

The phoenix is ​​so fast, so amazing, east, dawn comes, dawn falls, shining on the two of them.

In the phoenix fire, Zidian looked at the man beside him with an expression of surprise.

So fast!

She is good at speed, but she is still much worse than the young man around her.

The dawn of dawn was so warm that it spread on both of them, dispelling the coldness of the night.

Zidian looked at the earth in the eastern divine realm ahead and his mood gradually calmed down.

Finally back.

In just one night, she almost never came back.

Thinking of this, Zidian looked at the young people around him, and felt grateful.

At that time, she was really desperate, and she really didn't expect him to come back to save her.

Above the eastern land, the phoenix galloped past, and the speed became faster and faster.

Ning Chen had obvious anxious expression on his face, and he was rushing towards the territory where he had fought with the Emperor Sword Lord before.

He was careless, how could he fall asleep? Aman is still there!

Although he was guarded by the black fox, he still couldn't rest assured.

The collapsed time and space above the Emperor Sword Sect gradually recovered, and after a great war, it was full of devastation.

When it was dawn, phoenix fire filled the west, and Ning Chen's figure arrived.

"Black Fox!"

Ning Chen opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

However, there was no response in the silent void, and the whole world was empty and there was no figure.

"Are you looking for someone?" Zidian asked.

Ning Chen ignored it, released his spiritual sense, looking for the breath of the black fox.

However, after searching for a long time, Ning Chen never felt the breath of the black fox, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

"Um?"

At this moment, Ning Chen's expression suddenly became stunned and his empty eyes looked down.

But below, under the collapsed Tianzi Peak, a broken tail was buried in the rocks, as dark as ink.

Ning Chen was moved and stepped into the air and flew down Tianzi Peak.

In an instant, Ning Chen appeared at the foot of Tianzi Peak, waved his hand and shook the collapsed mountain, and captured the broken tail.

The blood stains were still warm on the black broken tail, and it was obvious that they had just been cut off.

"Divine Court!"

Anger flashed across Ning Chen's face. The black fox's strength was no less than the supreme heavenly realm. In the Eastern God Realm, only the Divine Court had the strength to capture the black fox.
To be continued...