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Chapter 1 Generation Heroes(1/3)

(ps: Happy birthday to rising sun, add one update.)

Chapter 1507 Declaration of War

On a rainy night, the cold is biting, and the heavy rain is everywhere, and every one is the most powerful man in the world.

More than ten heavenly priests from the Ten Immortal Mountains were buried here. In the void, hundreds of experts from Butian Pavilion looked at the white-haired figures in the heavy rain below, and their faces were horrified.

Ning Chen looked up and looked at everyone with cold and unsightly eyes. In an instant, his figure flashed past and rushed into the sky.

Massacre, a massacre without any suspense. In the void, Ning Chen broke into hundreds of Butian Pavilion masters. Every time he swung his sword, he took away a fresh life.

Knowing the Destiny, who transformed into the God of Death, became emotionally unconscious, like a sword, as if he only knew how to kill.

In just a few dozen breaths, figures fell from the sky and fell on the fairy mountain in the void.

The blood and energy continued to dissipate and gradually washed away by heavy rain. The bloody night was terrifying.

In the east, when the rising sun was about to rise, the war ended, and there was no living mouth on the entire fairy mountain, and all of them were killed.

Ning Chen took two giants from Butian Pavilion and walked down the mountain step by step.

In front of the mountain, the Nine-Xiao Immortal Lord and others came forward to greet him, looking at the blood and energy in front of him, and looked shocked.

"Leave the rest to you."

Ning Chen said lightly and walked away.

The Nine-Xiao Immortal Lord led the army up the mountain. When he saw the tragic situation on the mountain, everyone felt chills.

The wreckages all over the mountains looked disgusting. All the famous powerful men from all over the world were slaughtered overnight, and the corpses were slaughtered in the wilderness of the mountains.

"It's all cleaned up."

The Nine-Dao Immortal Lord came back to his senses and ordered.

"yes!"

In the rear, the generals took the order and led the army to start cleaning up the mess.

"Immortal Lord, these are the people from Butian Pavilion."

A Qingyi Guardian noticed something wrong, his expression calmed down and he opened his mouth to remind him.

The Nine-Xiao Immortal Lord looked at some corpses on the ground, and was silent for a moment, and said, "Let's buried together."

At this point, it doesn’t matter whether the people from Butian Pavilion are the ones. The Ning Hou will sooner or later officially meet Butian Pavilion.

Yunxiao Xianshan, the Ning army was stationed, thousands of people, and the scene was extremely shocking.

At this time, phoenix fire filled the void, Ning Chen's figure walked out, covered in vermilion, full of the enemy's blood.

Ning Chen held two people in his hand and fell from the sky.

On the fairy mountain, Aman was waiting quietly. After seeing the visitor returning safely, a smile appeared on his pretty face.

Aman stepped forward and reached out to leave the blood on the face of the person in front of him. There was neither fear nor disgust in his smile, but only tenderness.

He chose to fall into the sea of ​​blood, so she would accompany him.

Ning Chen also smiled, ignored the blood on his face, threw the two people in his hand to the ground, and smiled, "According to the unexpected gain, I captured two elders of Butian Pavilion."

Aman saw the miserable two people on the ground and whispered, "Will it be too early to meet Butian Pavilion so soon?"

"Everyone has come to the door, and there is no way to go if you don't meet."

Ning Chen smiled and said, "Yu Lian, find a way to ask them about the whereabouts of the Three Soul Grass from their mouths."

"yes!"

Behind, Yu Lian respectfully accepted the order, stepped forward and picked up the two of them, turned around and left.

"Wouldn't it be too cruel to let Sister Yu Lian do these things with her daughter?" Aman said with disbelief on his face.

Ning Chen smiled and said, "You are the only one who treats her as a weak woman. Yu Lian's method is more terrifying than a man."

When Aman heard this, his expression was slightly stunned.

At the foot of the fairy mountain, in a black prison filled with runes, screams kept ringing, shrill and desperate, making people shudder.

After a day and night, I never heard the screams in the black prison. However, due to the formation, people outside could not hear any sound.

A day and a night later, the gate of the Black Prison opened rumbling, Yu Lian walked out, and blood dripped from her hands, which made her scalp numb.

In front of the black prison, Ning Chen and Aman stood quietly and waited for a long time.

Seeing the two people ahead, Yu Lian was stunned, and then quickly came to her senses, hid her hands behind her, and the divine flames lingered, burning away the blood.

"How, have you asked?" Ning Chen said with a smile.

"I've asked."

Yu Lian nodded and said, "It's in the Huntian Temple in Butian Pavilion, but this hall is extremely vigilant, and it's rare to get a strong man close to the Dao Destroy Realm."

Ning Chen nodded, and he knew whereabouts. As for whether he could succeed, he had to fight before he knew.

"Go and rest, and wait until the army rests and recupers, continue to advance eastward." Ning Chen said.

"yes!"

Yu Lian responded lightly and stepped away.

"Aman, wait outside for a while."

After Yu Lian left, Ning Chen looked at the black prison in front of him, said softly, and then stepped into it.

The gate of the black prison rumbled and closed, covering all blood and sin.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ning Chen walked out and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Aman nodded and asked nothing.

At the same time, the Butian Pavilion and the huge temple, everyone standing in the mist looked shocked and looked southeast.

Qing Cang and Baili are dead!

In the hall, the Lord of Butian Pavilion also looked down. With Qingcang and Baili's strength, could he not stop the Ning Hou?

"Master, you can't let go of this anymore. It's time to officially declare war on that Ning Hou." In the mist, a woman spoke and said seriously.

"no."

Next to him, an old man directly denied, saying, "With my status as Butian Pavilion, how can I declare war on such an inequality force? In this way, wouldn't it be a joke for others?"

"Occupying 30% of the southeastern territory can also be considered an inequality force. Drunkard, are you so confused?" the woman said coldly.

"Lotus Heavenly Lord, you!" The drunken ghost's face changed, his face turned blue with anger.

In the hall, the Butian Pavilion giants ignored the quarrel between them and thought about the words of the Lotus Heavenly Lord.

There is no doubt that the Ning Hou had threatened the interests of Butian Pavilion. This person was like a madman, constantly expanding. In just less than six years, he had already conquered 30% of the southeastern territory.

In the hall, the Lord of Butian Pavilion thought for a moment, then spoke, "Qingtian, Lianhua, drunkard, you will lead a hundred thousand troops westward to stop the Ning Hou from continuing to advance eastward."

In the mist, the three of them received the order and respectfully saluted, "Abide by the order!"

Jiuxiao Fairy Mountain, white snow drifting, Aman dances his sword, and is so beautiful in the wind and snow.

Not far away, Ning Chen stood quietly, his empty eyes quietly looking at the girl in front of him, his face full of tenderness.

"Hou!"

At this time, Yu Lian walked quickly behind and saluted respectfully, "The Butian Pavilion has sent troops."

Ning Chen nodded slightly when he heard this, and smiled, "I understand, go down."

Yu Lian frowned slightly, looked at Aman who was dancing in the snow, and said nothing, turned around and left.

Ning Hou only had a real smile on his face when he was in front of Aman.

Soon, Aman stopped, his face turned slightly red, and he had faint sweat. He stepped forward and smiled, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Ning Chen smiled.

"Come too!" Aman stepped forward and pulled the former's hand and said in a sweet voice.

"I can't dance swords." Ning Chen smiled bitterly and said.

"You lied to me, your swordsmanship is so powerful, you will definitely do it." Aman was rare to be spoiled once and refused to give in.

Ning Chen couldn't resist the girl in front of him, and waved his hand to condense the wind and snow all over the sky. A snow sword turned out and raised his head against the moon.

Everyone was watching. On the Jiuxiao Fairy Mountain, the sword intent soared into the sky, and the sword danced in plain clothes was famous all over the world.

The rising sun rose in the east, and on the Jiuxiao Fairy Mountain, the wind and snow gradually dissipated. The plain clothes stopped and inserted the earth into his hand. Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed thousands of miles.

"Go to the expedition!"

With a command, a hundred thousand troops set out, heading towards the east.

Above the fairy mountain, the phoenix roared at the sky, and the two of them walked forward with their swords and flew to the front.

In Butian Pavilion, 100,000 troops set out at the same time, headed by Qingtian, and dozens of heavenly priests came out together and rushed towards the West.

The Butian Pavilion was moving, and the southeastern territory was filled with fairy mountains, and they were shocked.
To be continued...
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