The door slowly opened, and what caught my eye was not any rare treasures, but a gray and chaotic, empty, and not even a wall, just chaos.

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and entered it without any reaction. However, he saw a group of headless ghost soldiers stepping over, and ghosts were lying beside the ghost soldiers, which was very terrifying.

The Yin soldiers were using the way, and the ghosts possessed them. Ning Chen tried to avoid them, but found that no matter how they avoided, the Yin soldiers were getting closer and closer to him.

"Is it hallucination?"

Ning Chen frowned, not understanding what was going on, but when he turned around, he found that the gate had disappeared, and only him and thousands of Yin soldiers were left in the entire chaos.

"kill"

The ghost soldier raised his sword, and the sound of killing shook the sky, and in a blink of an eye it was already in front of him.

The strange image was not like a complete illusion. Ning Chen waved his hand and pulled out the ink sword behind him, stormed several war swords with one sword, and then retreated ten steps away.

Fortunately, the wheelchair under him was made by a gentleman from the academy, otherwise he would have been completely destroyed by this series of battles.

This battle was inexplicably coming, Ning Chen did not dare to be careless, swung his sword to condense his energy, and fought into the Yin soldiers.

The Yin soldiers are not strong, and they are weaker than ordinary soldiers. However, with ghosts and monsters, it will be much more troublesome to deal with them.

The number of Yin soldiers was too large, and Ning Chen gradually began to have scars on his body. The war swords cut his body, and the blood splashed with the most yin and cold breath.

The ghost sword is hard to be damaged, and only the true qi can be forced to suppress it. However, every time the ghost passes through the body, Ning Chen will feel that the true qi in his body is stagnant and his spirit is much worse.

"You can't advance or retreat, you can't. It's all demons blocking the way."

Ning Chen was angry, the true energy of the Qi Hai was surging, the ink sword was Ningshuang, and a sword was swept, and seven ghost soldiers flew over and over again.

The endless ghost soldiers and the endless ghosts were killed. Ning Chen's body was getting more and more scars, and blood was flowing more and more. In the chaotic world, the remaining limbs and corpses were broken everywhere, and the more accumulated, and the bones were formed.

Without any rest or breathing, the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand was stained with dark red blood, and there were even more corpses under him.

I don’t know how long it took to kill, but Ning Chen felt that his hand holding the sword had no sense. He could only instinctively drive him to continue to harvest the ghost soldiers and ghosts blocking his body.

"Ahem"

The severe exhaustion of the true qi caused the injury that had been suppressed to erupt again. Ning Chen vomited red in his mouth. He looked up and found that at some point, there was no more Yin soldiers in front of him who could stand up.

The chaotic world is everywhere, without the distinction between night and day, as if the chaos at the beginning of everything, everything is free of rules.

Here, Ning Chen found that his true energy recovered much faster than usual, and even his cultivation level, which had not made any progress recently, showed signs of breakthrough.

Unfortunately, this is not a safe place, let alone a treasure land for cultivation.

He didn't know when the Yin soldiers would appear again. Although this dead person who didn't know the pain lacked intelligence and insufficient combat power, it was really difficult to deal with the huge number of ghosts and ghosts that had been in their lifetime.

"Tread"

Just as Ning Chen finally suppressed his injuries and recovered some strength, the war horses in the distance were galloping. In a blink of an eye, four headless black armored cavalry had already swung their halberds.

With a bang, the swords and halberds collided with each other, and the headless Yin cavalry came with the remaining power of the war horse. Ning Chen's right hand felt numb, and was shaken by the impact of the war halberd five feet away.

"Never end"

Ning Chen coughed lightly, looked at the four headless Yin cavalry surrounding him, the ink swords trembled in his hands, and blood flowed with the flow, drop by drop onto the corpse under him.

"Bang"

The battle situation started again, with four halberds connected and offensive and defensive rotation. Even though Ning Chen was slightly better in his merits, he could not break the situation for a while and his body was stained with blood again inseparable from the four people.

"Annoying"

After a long time of attack, Ning Chen was furious. He was not blocked or avoided the attacked halberd, and he was forced to take a halberd.

The battle halberd entered the body and dyed it red wholesale, but a bloody hand grabbed the body of the halberd, and the bronze battle halberd was hard to move any more.

"when"

At this moment, three other battle halberds came from the three directions. Ning Chen swung the ink sword in his hand, swung the two halberds, then retreated, and avoided the third halberd.

One of the four halberds was missing, and a short flaw appeared in cooperation. Ning Chen used the force to pull back with his left hand, bullied himself up, and slashed with a sword, immediately judging the headless Yin cavalry in front of him with an arm.

"Ahem"

In a short moment, the battle situation changed a lot, and Ning Chen's body could not bear the severe load and began to cough violently.

The Yinqi's arm strength is infinite, and each halberd has the power to open mountains and crack stones, which cannot be stopped by human power. Ning Chen relied on the fourth-level acquired skill body and blocked several moves in succession, and his body gradually became dissatisfied.

"This battle"

Ning Chen held the battle halberd snatched from the Yin Rider, and felt a cold breath constantly rushing into the meridians from the palm of his hand. As a last resort, he could only use his true energy to force it down to feel better.

If he was not mistaken, this battle halberd would have been an extremely good magic weapon a long time ago. However, it was in the Yin Rider for too long, and it was contaminated with excessive Yin Qi and turned into a Yin soldier.

If the Yin Qi in the Battle Sphur can be driven away, it may also restore the original characteristics of the magic weapon. However, this may be very small. The greatest possibility is that if the Yin Qi is driven away, the Yin Qi will also become a quick scrap iron.

The four Yin Cavalry, one of whom was abandoned, had great flaws in offense and defense, and could not pose much threat to him. In addition to its extraordinary power, Yin Cavalry is not very terrible in combat power. With three remaining, Ning Chen finally defeated one by one without any danger. After all, he also defeated the fourth-grade warrior of the sixth-grade master. Although he won the bad luck, he still won.

Ning Chen put away a war halberd and prepared to study it carefully in the future. The war halberd poses too much threat to him, and it is not only strong and resistant to chopping. The yin energy in it has the function of restraining the true energy in his body. Every move is used to touch him, a lot of his true energy will be consumed invisibly.

The Yin Qi in the Chaos Land is getting heavier and heavier. Yin soldiers and Yin cavalry are soldiers from the underworld, so how could they appear here?

What he just pushed open was the gate of the Netherworld, why did he come to this strange chaotic world?

Ning Chen couldn't figure it out, so he could only seize every time to regulate his breathing and heal his wounds. Fortunately, the spiritual energy in this place is quite strong, and the recovery of true energy is more than that outside.

The injuries on his body are already very serious. New and old injuries, internal and external injuries are all urgently needed to be meditated and recuperated. Unfortunately, what he lacks the most now is time.

The Yin soldiers and Yin Cavalry will appear again. If you stay here for a long time, you will starve to death even if you are not exhausted.

At this time, he missed the little white horse a little. If this guy came with him, he would be so hungry that he would be meat.

As he thought about it, the Yin soldiers appeared again. Ning Chen was so angry that he sighed lightly, and had to forcefully draw out the ink sword again.

The battle situation is very boring, and it is still one-sidedly massacred. No matter how ordinary people are, they will become more and more good at fighting in the constant battle. Ning Chen's qualifications are not eye-catching in the eyes of those geniuses, but they are already good in the category of normal people.

The Yin soldiers were still Yin cavalry after them. The four of them fought more intensely and the injuries they received were even more serious, but he had no choice.

In the end, Ning Chen himself no longer knew how many Yin soldiers and Yin cavalry he killed. Every time he fought, healed, healed, and then fought, injured, and healed again.

Killing people until they vomit, perhaps it is how he feels now.

He didn't want to die, so he could only keep going.

And, in this place, it doesn't seem that easy to die.

The injuries on his body did not look worse. Time seemed to no longer work here, but the injuries accumulated over and over again, which was enough for him to drink a pot.

He even wondered if he could go out, would he die immediately if such a serious injury be.

He didn't know what happened in the future, but he knew that at least he didn't want to die now.

Without time, he used the Yinqin's halberd to count, kill one wave and collect four handles, kill two waves and collect eight handles, and kill two waves and kill at the end, one wave after another, and the number is unclear.

The battle halberds piled up into a hill, Ning Chen was so troubled that he was too lazy to count again.

Later, the number of war halberds was about piles, one pile, two piles...

Yin soldiers and Yin cavalry continued to appear. After repeated battles, Ning Chen's response was becoming more and more relaxed. When he met Yin cavalry, it was no longer a battle of equal proportion, but a one-sided killing, like chopping melons and vegetables, without any suspense of the battle.

The blood on the ink sword has never been dry, it smells fishy and a little disgusting.

The days without time were so monotonous and boring that Ning Chen felt that he was about to go crazy. If there weren't any constant appearance of Yin soldiers and Yin cavalry, he thought without doubt that he might have gone crazy.

He was tired of killing, annoyed, and even vomited disgusting, but he still had to keep killing.

The mental torture has far exceeded the physical pain. If it weren't for the stubbornness of living, he might have put down the ink sword in his hand and allowed the Yinqi's halberd to split him.

Just when Ning Chen finally couldn't hold on and was about to reach the verge of collapse, the surrounding chaotic world suddenly cracked and then shattered with a bang.

The scene in front of me changed instantly. In the gloomy and majestic hall, a little white horse ate a bead on the altar in one bite, breaking the entire source of the illusion.

Ning Chen was saved, and the one who saved him was a little white horse he had been thinking about eating meat for a long time.

Perhaps Ning Chen would go crazy after another second in the evening, but the little white horse ate very timely. At the most critical moment, he ate the most critical things.

Ning Chen only saw what the little white horse swallowed, it seemed to be a bead. As for what it was, he didn't know.

On the altar, there is also a page of golden paper, a weird blood-colored demon sword, and a noble purple-gold magic sword.

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair to the altar and patted the little white horse's horse with a good attitude and expressed his gratitude.

"Huff"

The little white horse didn't understand and didn't react to why the owner, who had always been very bad for it, changed so much.

In front of the altar, Ning Chen stared at the golden paper, thought for a long time, then bit his finger and dripped blood on it. He saw the golden light rising, and the golden paper slowly rose, and then turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the Qi Sea of ​​his Dantian.

Ning Chen used the same trick again on the Blood-colored Demon Sword and the Purple Gold Divine Sword. However, the sword light blew away the blood drops and refused to accept it.

If you are not gentle, then you will be savage. Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and grabbed the demon sword with his true energy. But when he saw a powerful force attacking, he suddenly shook the uninvited hand on the hilt.

Ning Chen withdrew his right hand and turned toward the long sword, but the result was the same.

Now Ning Chen is no longer a Xiaobai in martial arts, so he naturally knows what's going on. The demon sword and the divine sword do not recognize him. Perhaps from the beginning, he and most people have thought it wrong. This dark ruin is not a masterless thing, but awaiting someone's arrival, and this person is obviously not him.

If the little white horse hadn't swallowed the beads and saved him just now, he would probably have been trapped in the illusion forever.

As for why the little white horse was not trapped by the illusion, this is not something he could know, but he really couldn't imagine that a horse would be trapped by the illusion.

The reality now is that the little white horse swallowed someone else's beads, he took someone else's golden paper, but he couldn't take away the most precious demon sword and divine sword here.
Chapter completed!