When Fengdu opened the door, endless murderous intent spread out, and the heavy sword pressure spread rapidly, making people feel the fear of the end of the world.

The extremely sword, the black air flow is filled with heaven and earth, and the world of death appears, which is an illusion and a reality that is about to come soon.

The unprecedented sword technique was shocking, making the strong men above the top who were floating around felt the extreme threat, their eyes narrowed and they were very afraid.

With a move of winning or losing, everyone's eyes looked at the young man in red on the mountain. Everyone wanted to know who would reach the peak of the swordsmanship after this move.

"Nirvana"

In the dark night, red clothes entered the sky, and a blood-colored sword edge appeared, magnificent and dazzling. The next moment, the sword intent reincarnated, turned into endless sword flows, leaping through the world of death until before Fengdu.

At the same time, thousands of black sword edges appeared, passed through the gate of Fengdu, and ran into the blood-colored sword flow. With a loud bang, the horrifying aftermath roared. In an instant, the heaven and earth lost their voices, the remaining swords flew, the sword intent scattered, and large stones swayed and splashed, quickly turning into ashes.

In the sand and dust, a black sword light rushed out, rubbing the red-clothed shoulders, bringing up a waterfall of brilliant blood.

"The victory and the loss have been decided"

The sandstorm covers the eyes and the battle is hard to distinguish. Emperor Qi takes back his gaze, a terrible young man.

"Clam"

The sand and dust disappeared, but saw a person kneeling half on the ground, with a crisp sound, and the black sword edge broke.

"Ye Fengdu, worship it"

Ye Fengdu coughed out a mouthful of blood and half-kneeled to admit defeat.

Ning Chen stepped forward step by step, Leng Ran's sword edge did not stop winning or losing. At this moment, the void in the distance swayed, and a figure disappeared, and he instantly entered the battle situation.

"This battle ends here, you can't take his life away," the shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Yeah?"

A cold color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, his figure moved instantly, and he took the soul with a sword.

The shopkeeper looked cold, and he flipped his palm and blocked the sword with a clang. He was about to fight back, but he saw a waterfall of blood fog gushing out from Ye Fengdu's chest, and his vitality quickly weakened.

The shopkeeper's face changed and he no longer had a fight. He moved his feet and took him to Fengdu overnight and quickly retreated.

Looking at the two who left, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. No wonder the news of this battle would be leaked. It turned out that this shopkeeper was the real head of the Sect of Miesheng.

It is worth it to be able to lead this person out of this battle.

The night wind blew, dust and sand flew, and the lore-filled Luofu Mountain told the tragic tragedy of the stunning battle. The entire mountain had almost been destroyed, with sword intent everywhere, and sword marks left by the war were everywhere.

The defeat of Ye Fengdu was beyond the expectations of many people. No one could believe that the Nanling Sword reached the top was not the emperor's throne or the head of a sect, but a young man who did not know his origin.

The young generation's sword was unsheathed for the first time, shocking the entire Nanling. The peak of such a young domain is really shocking.

"Let's go"

Ning Chen waved his hand and put away the King of Hell, glanced at Qi Yanxia who was standing quietly in the void, and spoke.

"kindness"

Qi Yanxia nodded and then walked north with Hong Wuxi.

Ning Chen took a step, his figure disappeared, and he quickly followed.

"Emperor Qi, congratulations"

In the void, a half-body supreme clasped his fists to the Emperor of Tianshu not far away and said.

"polite"

Emperor Qi returned the gift, a smile appeared on his face, and said.

...

In the Tianshu Palace, the central heavenly palace, Hong Wulei was still unconscious and still awake in the mist. Ning Chen stood in front and pointed at the Condensation Yuan. The red light rose, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continuously injected into the latter's body.

"It will take her several days to wake up. I still have one important thing to do. After I finish it, I will come back and take her away. These days, I will trouble Miss Qi." Ning Chen stopped, looked at the woman beside him, and spoke.

"Don't worry," Qi Yanxia responded lightly.

The matter of waking up the ghost girl was imminent. Ning Chen was unwilling to wait any longer. After saying goodbye to the former, he immediately set off toward the Yuheng Holy Land.

Yuheng Holy Land, up the mountain, Yuheng Sect Master, Xiao Wuming, and other supreme elders who have been in seclusion for a long time have walked out, and even several supreme emperors from the previous generation have appeared, waiting for one of them to return.

Not long after, on the top of the mountain, red clothes gathered together, and knew his destiny walked out. Behind him was an ice coffin, and a beautiful figure was sleeping quietly. In the blink of an eye, it had been more than ten years.

His promise has been fulfilled, and now it is Yuheng Holy Land's turn to fulfill its promise.

Xiao Wuming looked at the young man in front of him and nodded slightly. Although they were just nominal masters and apprentices, he cherished this hard-won fate. He hoped that this son could get what he wanted and save the person he cared about.

"Open the ice coffin," said Sect Master Yuheng.

Ning Chen nodded, waved his hand and shook open the ice coffin. Looking at the woman in the coffin, an unconcealable pain flashed deep in his eyes.

The leader of Yuheng walked forward and used his palms to condense the body. Suddenly, the whole mountain shaking violently. The next moment, a green divine tripod shining with dazzling rays slowly rose from the depths of the mountain, illuminating the world with thousands of feet of light, which was extremely extraordinary.

The divine cauldron comes out, the wind and clouds change, the thunder and roars, and the rolling dark clouds cover the sky and the sun.

At this moment, a very powerful aura slowly revived in the depths of the Yuheng Holy Land. The Master Yuheng and others were shocked and immediately showed joy.

"Welcome the ancestor out of seclusion" everyone bowed and said respectfully.

"No gift"

As the voices were heard, the void swirled, and starlight gathered. A middle-aged man appeared, looking at everyone, and said calmly.

When the ancestor Yuheng came out of seclusion, the peerless powerful man with a half-body supreme appearance gave people extremely powerful oppressive force. Wherever the breath came, even the space on the mountain was violently distorted.

"Are you Ning Chen? It turns out that a hero is a young man." Old Ancestor Yuheng looked at the young man in front of him and praised him.

"Over-worthy" Ning Chen replied.

Old Ancestor Yuheng glanced at the woman sleeping in the coffin, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and said, "Although the Yuheng Divine Cauldron has the effect of resurrection, someone also needs to contribute his vitality. Do you think about it?"

"kindness"

Ning Chen nodded and said.

"Since that's the case, let's start"

After the words came, the ancestor Yuheng turned his palms into the earth, and the vast power penetrated into the divine cauldron. Suddenly, Yuheng burst into a strange light, covering all the ghost girl and Ning Chen.

The red light left the body, accompanied by the rapid decline of vitality, Ning Chen held back the pain and looked at the woman in the coffin. His tenacious heart never wavered at all.

As long as she can wake her up, he is willing to pay everything.

The vitality faded, the black hair was dyed with frost, and immediately, the phoenix Yuan in his body left the body and penetrated into the ghost girl's body together.

wrong!

Suddenly, Ning Chen's body shook, his eyes were filled with rage, and he looked at the ancestor Yuheng in the air, and his murderous intent came out violently.

"It's you"

"Did you just find out, it's too late?"

The ancestor Yuheng sneered, pressed his palm, Yuheng shone brightly, and strange light sprinkled. The restrained Zhide suddenly felt the pressure of thousands of mountains, and blood mist gushed out from all over his body.

The phoenix source was peeled off, and in the coffin, the ghost source quickly overflowed around the body of the ghost girl, gathered in the phoenix source and sank into the body of the ancestor Yuheng little by little.

Everyone was shocked by the sudden change. I wondered why. Xiao Wuming first reacted without hesitation. He came out of his sword behind him and stepped forward with a sword, slashed at the strange light pressing down from the Yuheng Divine Cauldron.

"Traitor, retreat"

The ancestor Yuheng shouted coldly, flipped his palms and slapped it out, and with a bang, his eyes were full of red. Xiao Wuming's blood flew out, and after landing, he staggered and vomited red.

"Old Ancestor"

The leader of Yuheng also reacted, took two steps forward, and said anxiously, "This son has been kind to my Yuheng Holy Land, no!"

"Noisy"

An impatient look flashed in the eyes of the ancestor Yuheng. With a wave of his hand, the majestic true energy swept away, shocking the former.

Under the strange light, the ghost source in the ghost girl's body was constantly dissipating, and she knew her life and anger soared into the sky. She gave up half of her blood and the blood sword went against the flow, and crashed into the divine cauldron in the void.

With a terrifying shock, the strange light disappeared violently. Ning Chen waved his hand and took the ice coffin and quickly withdrew from the strange light.

The phoenix shadow appeared and swallowed it into the ice coffin. The King of Hell's Divine Sword fell down and disappeared into Zhiming's hands.

The angry Ning Chen had a fierce murderous intent around him, and the alien-shaped roc roared to the sky. The most terrifying murderous intent could feel this terrifying killing karma a hundred miles away.

"You deserve to die in your sins"

Zhiming held the sword, his figure disappeared, and he instantly arrived in front of the ancestor Yuheng. The King of Hell swung his sword and the waves collapsed.

"You have suffered a severe injury, and most of your qi and blood have dissipated. How much strength do you have left?"

The ancestor Yuheng snorted coldly, flipped his palms to block the sword, and then the true energy spread out, shaking away the young man in front of him.

"Senior Brother"

Seeing the sudden change of red bamboo on the mountain, Jian Shui'er felt quickly. After waiting for the ancestor who had no longer hidden his breath in front of him, his eyes shrank fiercely.

It was him! As soon as Yuheng appeared that day, he appeared and intercepted their mysterious powerful men!

The red clothes that fell to the ground were covered in blood, and the earth under his body was dyed red. The body that refused to retreat was hating his incompetence and his eyes were blind.

The hometown of West Buddha, the ancient land of Changling, and the formations, the plain clothes, whose eyes were closed and hard practiced suddenly opened.
To be continued...