Ning Chen clenched his fists and the ground was pale. He looked at his friend who disappeared in the First Temple, and his heart was extremely heavy. Dingdian Novel,

"Let's go, go back"

Prince Yan waved his hand, took back the Qinghong swords and spoke.

Ning Chen knew that it would be impossible to bring Ziyi back no matter what. He sighed in his heart and turned around and left with him.

The army retreated and retreated in Daxia. The Third Palace of Eternal Night appeared. The war would definitely cause variables again. Marquis of Triumph looked heavy and went back urgently to arrange solutions for response.

Prince Yan returned and took the two of them toward the Daxia Imperial City. He had not returned for many years and finally had to go back and take a look.

The road ahead is so long, Ning Chen has many worries and frowns. Aman stretched out his little hand to smooth out the former's frowning brow and said softly, "It's not good-looking."

Ning Chen suppressed his thoughts and forced a smile. The only thing that remains unchanged for many years is Aman.

It is difficult to walk, and there are thousands of miles of waters and mountains. Prince Yan is not anxious, Aman is not anxious, and Ning Chen is useless to be anxious.

Walking forward in the wilderness with no rush or slow pace, the simple but noble green clothes dance with the wind, living in contemporary legends, stunning the past and present.

"Senior" Ning Chen was anxious and spoke again.

"Jing" Prince Yan didn't turn around, but just responded calmly and said.

Ning Chen sighed lightly, there was no way, so he could only continue to move forward.

Ten days and ten nights, the three of them walked out of Western Xinjiang and into the heart of the Central Plains of Daxia. However, they were still very far away from the imperial city.

The whole body of killing karma was full of blood. Because of Xia Ziyi's devilish incident, Ning Chen was furious and forced to suppress the rebellion of Confucian Sect and Prajna City with extremely bloody means. However, the most taboo thing in the path of cultivation is to be contaminated with karma and not keep the original intention.

Prince Yan could see that Ning Chen was not far from the fourth catastrophe. If the latter passed the fourth catastrophe in his current situation, failure would only be the only ending.

On the eleventh day, the ghost energy in front of him suddenly emerged, and a red figure appeared on the road ahead. Rakshasa appeared, his eyes full of coldness.

"After processing, follow up"

Prince Yan said, without stopping, and continued walking forward with Aman.

Ning Chen looked at the ghost girl who suddenly appeared, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The red wedding dress is still bright in blood, and the beautiful and charming face is no longer covered by red silk. It is so beautiful that it makes people lose their souls.

Since the separation that day, the two met for the first time. The ghost girl who returned to the body of Rakshasa has become more and more cold and has a restless mind. She will be lost in an instant.

Rakshasa is a symbol of vicious and viciousness in the underworld, and is ruthless and bloodthirsty. If you have feelings, you will try it yourself with your heart.

"If I become a demon in the future, will you attack the Eternal Night Sect like saving Xia Ziyi?" the ghost girl asked.

If you are calm, with a hint of coldness, Rakshasa is sentimental, but your fate is ruthless. Eight to nine out of ten things that are not satisfactory in the world. Once the Rakshasa girl in the underworld returns to her original heart, her human nature will gradually disappear until she reaches the lord of the underworld.

Rakshasa is originally evil, and good looks are nothing but mirrors. Although Rakshasa is nostalgic, it can no longer be kept.

Ning Chen didn't know what the ghost girl meant, but he nodded seriously and responded, "We are friends, and Ning Chen has no choice but to do things for friends."

A light flashed in the cold eyes of the ghost girl, and she said softly, "This sentence with you is enough. If I become a demon in the future, you don't have to show mercy. The ghost girl is willing, and there will be a time later."

As the words fell, the ghost fog rose again, the red figure disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Ghost Girl"

Ning Chen stepped forward, but only touched a trace of red and could no longer leave the figure in the ghost fog.

On the way ahead, Prince Yan walked forward step by step, without caring about the affairs of the younger generation behind him. Whether it was a disaster or a fate, he had to experience it himself.

"Aman, he followed you for ten days, have you ever felt the sword breath?" Prince Yan asked.

Aman shook his head and said, "No."

"Hehe" Prince Yan stopped asking more questions and continued to move forward.

The foolish, the foolish, often, the difference is not so clear.

If we only talk about intelligence and scheming, the ten Amans combined would not be as good as Ning Chen. Except for the military advisor of the Beimeng Royal Court in the past, there may not be anyone in the world who can surpass this junior.

Unfortunately, being smart does not mean being talented. Ning Chen is smart enough, but he has too many obsessions in his heart, and it is difficult for the sword heart to be clear. If he can't let go, he may not be able to feel the existence of sword breath in this life.

Behind, Ning Chen followed, because of the ghost girl's affairs, the worry between his eyebrows became deeper.

Aman once again reached out to smooth out the former's frown brows and said softly, "It's not good-looking."

Ning Chen came to his senses and smiled, but his smile became more and more forced.

"Take your sword to me," Aman pulled the former's hand and said.

Ning Chen was stunned. Before he could speak, Aman had already put his other hand on his chest.

"I want this one inside"

The sword of Zhiming and the sword of bloodline life are self-evident, but Aman has already spoken up.

Ning Chen only refused Aman once in his life, and since then, no matter what, he never said no.

This time, the same is true.

"kindness"

Ning Chen did not hesitate, flipped his right hand, and the true energy activated. A blood mist spread across the sky. The Zhiming Sword slowly rose and appeared in the world again.

On the blue sword, blood-colored patterns are scattered, and dazzling blood light flows, like a real life, extremely extraordinary.

Aman took the sword, and the next moment, he knew his destiny and entered his body, and chose a new master.

The two of them have bloodlines connected, and there is no problem of bloodline rejection. After a moment, the blood light dissipates and all converges.

Ning Chen's expression was slightly pale. He lost the sword of life, and his aura also weakened a lot.

In the next few days, the three of them were even slower. Prince Yan gave Ning Chen time to recover from his injuries and lost his sword. No matter who it was, he could not recover quickly in a day or two.

Fortunately, Ning Chen has extraordinary foundation and has blood protection. After five days of restoration, he is generally out of trouble.

"Boom"

Just as the three of them continued to rush, the sky in the east suddenly faded, and the thunder roared and trembled in the sky.

Ning Chen's expression was shocked, and he could see at a glance that the place where the thunder was descending, which was in the direction of Yuhua Valley.

The Valley of Yuhua, the thunder roars in the Nine Heavens, the realm master is facing the Shenzhou, and the Four Poles realm master reappears, with a breath that is better than before, and his face is much younger than before. His power is suppressed, which shocks the world.

At this moment, the innate powerhouses in the entire land of China felt this unshakable aura and looked shocked.

"oh"

In the third hall of the Eternal Night Divine Sect, a light ejaculation sound came out, and obviously I was a little surprised by the sudden change.

"The land of China, haha"

The understatement of smiles became bigger and bigger, and no one could question the arrogance of the strongest, and the crying of the sadness seemed to indicate the arrival of a greater disaster.

"How could this be done?"

Ning Chen clenched his fists and made a loud noise. His eyes looked at the figure in the sky in the distance, and his heart felt weak.

There is the strongest master of the three halls of the Eternal Night Divine Sect in the west, and there is the reborn master of the Four Poles Realm in the east. What else can he do this time?

At the same time, the five Wuhous from all sides of Daxia felt something, and their eyes were unprecedentedly solemn and decisive. Thousand-year-old Daxia must not have any accidents in their generation.

The strange oppression, so heavy, spreading across the eastern sky. Suddenly, a white memory flashed suddenly in Ning Chen's heart, and it became clearer and clearer.

Although the faint breath is not too obvious, it is not impossible to feel it at all. The white cocoon I found in the Migu Valley of Lingchuan had similar pressure.

Ning Chen's expression subsided. If this was the case, it would be really bad.

He had not found the way to deal with the White Mist Worm Tide. He had not yet found the last time he had time to get rid of the roots, but he did not expect that such a great disaster would be left behind.

"Let's go, keep on rushing the road." Prince Yan said calmly and then continued to move forward.

"Senior" Ning Chen could rest assured, and said anxiously.

"Jingxin" Prince Yan was unmoved and said lightly.

Ning Chen was anxious, but he had no choice but to follow him and rush on his way step by step.

More than ten days later, the three of them finally walked to the Daxia Imperial City. After the Rebellion of the Confucian Sect, all the imperial guards in the imperial city were mobilized. After seeing the figure of Qingyi coming, an imperial guard commander was shocked and immediately knelt down.

"Meet Prince Yan"

The soldiers behind him were shocked when they saw the commander bowing and bowed respectfully.

"Meet Prince Yan"

The Seven Kings Accident, the Xia Emperor became a demon, and the blood of the Daxia royal family almost withered. Now the most legendary prince in Daxia has finally returned.

"Get up"

Prince Yan walked forward without any stop, heading towards the palace.

Ning Chen and Aman walked behind and went together.

Prince Yan returned, and the Daxia Palace, soldiers knelt on the ground to greet each other. The legend of Daxia will finally return today.

The Tianyu Hall, which once represented the glory of the Great Xia, has disappeared. Prince Yan took a look and then walked towards Weiyang Palace.

After Xia Ziyi became a demon, the only bloodline of the royal family was Chier, who was under four years old. The government affairs in the court could only be sent to Weiyang Palace, asking Changsun, who was still on the sickbed, to make a decision.

The warnings of Confucian Sect and Prajna City are vivid in my mind. After seeing such bloody methods by Zhiming Hou, the ministers in the court became much more stable, and no one dared to be troubled at this time.

The crimes of the Confucian Sect were investigated by Taili and informed the world that even the poisoning of the kings were now conclusive and there was no quibbling.

The Taili Si's means of forcing confession is the best in the world, and the secret room for torture has almost become a forbidden place for the entire Taili Si to talk about it.

Tailisi asked everything he wanted to know from the commander of the military command, and further confirmed the crime of rebellion among the Confucian clan.

The most important thing is that in this special period, anyone who wants to cause trouble must seriously weigh whether it is his own life or the cruel heart of Zhiminghou.

The Confucian family was destroyed, and the Prajna City was almost a massacre. This was not a dream, but a real thing. This was the bloodiest suppression of rebellion in Daxia in the past thousand years, no doubt about it.

In Weiyang Palace, Prince Yan came and brought two younger generations to come. Qingning came forward to greet him, then led Aman aside and left the space for conversation for the three of them.

Ning Chen looked at Changsun sitting on the sickbed, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. The empress who had tried hard to protect him was really old.

With a vaguely beautiful face, more haggardness and fatigue, and the continuous blows made Changsun's body not very good finally difficult to support and became weaker.

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