In front of me was a huge gully, as if it was chopped out by someone with a sword, breaking the east and west, making it difficult to move forward.

Ning Chen got off the carriage and sat in a wheelchair and walked towards the ravines in front of him, but felt a strong will coming to his face, which immediately showed signs of turbulence in his body.

Ning Chen was shocked that such a terrifying strong man in the world could imprint his will between heaven and earth for a long time.

He has seen many powerful people at the peak of the ninth grade. Qing Ning, Xia Miaoyu, and even the Son of God are in the realm, but they are still the most powerful people among them.

But, he knew that absolutely no one among them could do this.

Only innate can one have such earth-shaking strength.

This sword mark has been a few years old, and the dust has turned black. In the world, there is no doubt that the only one who can split the world with one sword is the supreme sword in Jiancheng.

The pressure in Ning Chen's heart was even heavier. Everyone knew that the sword in Jiancheng had not reached the innate realm. Now it seems that it is not because of lack of talent, but because it is not caring.

This sword has largely shown that the sword in Jiancheng has transcended the scope of mortals, and even if it is bound by physical body, it cannot stop the invincible sword intent.

It is difficult for Ning Chen from a foreign land to understand that the sword in his hand can reach such a horrifying state.

This is no longer a human being, but a real sword, a sword that can compete with heaven and earth.

No wonder the swordsmen in the world saw only one sword when they looked at the deserted city.

The ink sword behind the wheelchair was trembling, and was about to crawl in the supreme sword intent. Ning Chen held the ink sword, and a trace of true energy penetrated, suppressing the trembling of the sword body.

"Mo Jian, since you follow me, you can't worship anyone or sword anymore."

With a clanging sound, the ink sword stopped trembling, as if responding to the master's order.

Ning Chen got on the carriage again and walked around the road. Now he is not qualified to cross this sword mark, but this day will never be far away.

He swears!

Ten days later, Ning Chen's carriage was already very close to Jiancheng, and at the same time, a piece of news that shocked the entire Daxia capital gradually spread.

The Eighth Prince, dead!

There are only four people who really have the hope of competing for the position of Emperor Xia, and the eldest prince is naturally one of them. The remaining three are the third prince, the eighth prince and the tenth prince.

All four princes have been granted the title of king, and the eighth prince is known as a wise king. He is the person who is most likely to inherit the throne except the eldest prince.

Who would have thought that such a person would be assassinated? His extremely powerful palm completely shattered his heart and he was seriously injured and died soon after he returned to the palace.

Someone who is interested noticed the aura of conspiracy. The four kings compete for the throne, and the eldest prince has the most hope. However, the eldest prince was open-minded and upright throughout his life, and did not have much nostalgia for the emperor.

In this way, there are actually only three contenders who really care about the throne.

The three of them were afraid of each other and suspicious of each other, and they never dared to make too many moves.

Everyone is worried that once the momentum is too big, they will be suppressed by the other two, so the triangle will always be the most stable relationship.

However, now, as soon as the eighth prince dies, the triangular relationship that is feared by each other collapses instantly, and the battle for the throne will inevitably become increasingly fierce.

The remaining two people no longer have one united with each other. It’s just that the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. Whoever is stronger will be able to suppress the other party.

As for the battle between the winner and the eldest prince, that is a matter of the future.

While the sky was shaking in the Great Xia, in the distant West, the Son of God passed through the First Temple of Eternal Night and came directly to a vast and boundless sea of ​​nothingness. The silver light echoed between the heaven and earth, forming a world of its own.

"Eternal Night Divine Classic"

The Son of God stretched out his hand, and in the void, the classics shining with black light slowly fell down, as dark as ink, swallowing the light around him like a black hole.

"What are you looking for?"

At this moment, a mighty and tall figure came, and the aura of dominating the world twisted the entire void.

"Mr. Wu"

The Son of God respectfully performed the younger generation and said, "I will find information about the Book of Heaven again."

"Oh? It seems that I have gained something when I go out this time."

A strange color flashed between Wu Jun's eyebrows and said slowly that there were many young generals in the Eternal Night Divine Sect, but what he was most satisfied with was Jun Shaoqing, who was neither arrogant nor impatient, and persistent in doing things, and had the style of his father in the past.

"I felt the breath of the scroll of life," said the Son of God.

"Hmm? It's it"

After hearing this news, Wu Jun could not calm down. Although the volume of life was not the strongest volume, it was the most special volume.

The ten volumes of the Heavenly Book, life begins, gods become respect, chaos becomes change, and inaction ends. The other six volumes each have their own abilities, which is the essence of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

The Son of God opened the Eternal Night's Divine Book. This ancient book that recorded countless years since the creation of Eternal Night's world erupted with dazzling black light, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth, which was extremely terrifying.

The Eternal Night Divine Book is the scroll of brightness in the ten volumes of heavenly books. Everything in the world will be included in it.

In the dazzling light, ten big characters are arranged in sequence, among which the six words "Bird, Bright, Moon, Row, Earth, and Chaos" have been lit up. As for the remaining four characters, they are still dim and cannot be seen clearly.

Wu Jun looked at the six bright big words in the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in surprise, "I didn't expect that the Heavenly Book has been born in six volumes."

The Son of God nodded and said, "In the six volumes of heavenly books, the scroll of Ming and the scroll of Moon are in the Divine Cult, the scroll of Walking is in Jiancheng, the scroll of Chaos is obtained by the woman in the Northern Meng Palace, and the whereabouts of the remaining two volumes are unknown. However, on that day, I felt the breath of the scroll of Life in the bride-sending team in Daxia. Although it was very short, there would be no mistake."

"Is there any news about the Land Scroll?" Wu Jun asked.

"No"

The Son of God shook his head. When the Earth Scroll was born, it was too far away from the Eternal Night Divine Sect, and the location was still in Daxia, so it was difficult for the powerful Divine Sect to arrive in time.

The whereabouts of the two volumes of heavenly books are unknown, which is not a good thing for the Divine Cult. After the creation of the Eternal Night, ten volumes of heavenly books were scattered between heaven and earth. The Divine Cult got five of them, and its power was unparalleled. However, as time went by, except for the Eternal Night Divine Cult, the other four volumes of heavenly books have been lost. Even the Moon scroll in the First Temple was reclaimed a hundred years ago.

The decline of the Divine Church thousands of years ago is related to the loss of the Heavenly Book. Reclaiming the remaining Heavenly Book is crucial to the Divine Church.

"Can you see the whereabouts of the scroll of earth in the divine scripture?" asked Wu Jun.

The Son of God waved his hand, and the true energy surged out and disappeared into the Eternal Night Divine Book. After a long time, he shook his head, "I can't see it."

Wu Jun frowned. Since the birth of the Lunar Book, the role of the divine scripture has been increasingly affected. Unfortunately, the woman in the Northern Meng Royal Court still has value in use and is not at the time to turn against each other.

At this moment, the son of God narrowed his eyes and thought of something again. "Mr. Wu, I almost forgot to say it, and Mingzi woke up."

"Oh? Is that variable in the rumor of the Netherworld Hell?"

Wu Jun's face rose with a hint of indifference. It seemed that it was a sign of troubled times. Even this madman had woken up.

Mingzi and Ghost Girl are a pair of variables in the Netherworld Hell. They are powerful and can compete with the innate powers by joining hands. However, Mingzi of this generation is a lunatic, and his absurdity and talent are far beyond any other Mingzi in the past.

In the world, the only one who can check and balance Mingzi is the ghost girl. In addition, even innate, it is difficult to kill Mingzi who came out of hell.

There are always some special people in this world, and they cannot determine life and death by simply having strength in martial arts.

Mingzi and Gui Nu come from the Netherworld Hell, and they check and balance each other and complement each other. In addition to force, the most difficult thing is the almost inkillable ghost body of the Netherworld.

"Tomorrow, you go to Jiancheng in the east. I have already met the sword-proof battle of that person, but before that, you go to fight with the new innate in Jiancheng, which will help you understand the innate realm."

In the voice of the words, Wu Jun did not hide his expectation for battle. The warrior was born for the battle. The Eternal Night Divine Sect has been silent for too long. If the sharpness is hidden, it will be completely forgotten by the world.

The Son of God nodded. He had been at the peak of the acquired world for a long time, but the vague steps he took could never really take. He really needed a battle to stimulate himself.

...

On the wasteland, the galloping carriage gradually slowed down. Half a day later, an ancient city could be seen vaguely, but this was not Sword City.

But the last city in the east of Daxia, the Unparalleled City!

Wushuang City is located on the road that runs through the east and west, and is extremely prosperous. The entire ancient city wall is made of strange ancient woods and metals. Knives, forks, swords and halberds leave traces after traces on it. You can vaguely see the tragic battles of the past. Since ancient times, it has been a great pass in the Central Plains. I don’t know how many years have passed, but it still stands firmly on the land of China today.

Ning Chen entered the city and then casually found an inn to stay in.

The money is almost over and has become a matter that has to be solved.

He chops wood too slowly, and it is not appropriate to grab it. He can only try his luck when he goes out and tries his luck, so he can still have some skills, so it will be no problem to fight.

The problem that was not originally a problem has now become an obstacle to his progress, which is a bit helpless.

Warriors are also humans and need to eat.

And the ring is a thing that has been uncommon since ancient times, and Wushuang City will naturally not be lacking.

Ning Chen was like a fat wolf, and after seeing it from afar, he rushed there desperately.

Two words were written on the big flag flying in front of him, "Ring!", In his opinion, this is silver and bread.

After finally rushing out of the crowd to the front of the ring, Ning Chen didn't say anything and was about to get in the wheelchair.

Opposite the ring, there is a middle-aged man in blue, with a beard and a jade-like face. It can be seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young. Now, even though he is old, he can still fascinate many infatuated girls.

What Ning Chen hates the most is the handsome guy, especially those who are more handsome than him.

The middle-aged man looked at the boy who came up and frowned unconsciously. How could he be a disabled person?

"Have you read the rules?" the middle-aged man asked worriedly.

"Rules?" Ning Chen was a little stupid. What rules? Isn't it just a fight? There are rules?

Wait, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and glanced around. When he saw a wonderful girl sitting vaguely behind the gauze curtain on the ring, his head was stunned.

He was careless and forgot that there was another kind of ring in this world called martial arts competition and brides.

Ning Chen grinned, laughed foolishly, and apologized, "Hehe, I'm sorry to go to the wrong place."

No matter whether it is or not, he can no longer keep it. If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of something like this.

After the words came, the wheelchair turned and was about to go down in shame.
To be continued...