The battle situation changed over China. A sword caught off guard, Li Tianqiong was severely injured for the first time, and his heart and mouth meridians were instantly destroyed by three points.

The blood flowing in the polo dyed red clothes, so dazzling.

"You have no regrets about your sins"

The anger in Li Tianqiong's eyes was uncontrollable. With a deep shout, a gray airflow burst out around him and soared into the sky.

With a roar, the thunder landed, illuminating the dark sky, and a heavy and unusual pressure spread rapidly, making people feel unrest.

On Li Tianqiong's face, black lines appeared, strange and cold, and the power beyond human understanding, and in an instant, he repaired a severely damaged body.

Ning Chen stared at the person in front of him and said, "You are not a human race!"

"I just realized it now, it's too late."

Li Tianqiong's eyes turned black, and he stepped on his feet, and his body flew like black thunder, which was as fast as the evil soldiers slashed and opened the sky with one sword.

The sword light hit each other, the plain clothes flew out, stopped, and turned back in an instant, the sword edge fell to its death, and the wind and thunder roared.

Hurry up, the sword is hanging on its head, the wind and clouds over China change, and swords and swords move together and appear in great force.

The sweeping plain clothes fought bravely like a god, and their body of skill rose sharply.

Below, millions of people looked at the plain figure in the sky, and tears filled their eyes. After many years, Wu Hou once again sacrificed his life to stand in front of them.

I have never known how many times it seems to be reincarnation, and I have returned to the time when the divine tribulation came.

"God bless Wuhou"

One after another, people closed their eyes and prayed devoutly, hoping that God would open his eyes and protect their marquis.

A series of thought powers rose into the sky, constantly gathering, and a huge and immense power poured into the pure white blade.

Ning Chen waved his sword and shook the person in front of him, looked at the sentient beings below, and said calmly, "Thank you."

With faith in mind, the strength instantly increases by several points, the sword light shines, and the purple air surging for three thousand miles.

Li Tianqiong took the move, but he dared to hit him with a heavy pressure, and his figure flew out immediately.

Ning Chen stepped by and caught up quickly. The sword was coiled out from four sources. Feng Shui thunder and fire roared and collapsed, gathering purple air throughout the sky, and reappearing the combined move of the heavenly book.

"Heaven and earth are roaring, life and death are against life"

The double rolls open, the heaven and earth sing, and the swords merge, turning into cloud disks and pressing towards the former.

Seeing this, Li Tianqiong's eyes sank, he turned his palms to absorb the spiritual energy from all directions, and blocked the martial arts of the Heavenly Book.

The tremendous shock was shaking, the stones broke through the sky, and the aftermath spread, destroying everything thousands of miles away.

The strongest battle, the dyed gray coat quickly recovered, exceeding the ability to regenerate beyond understanding, making this life-and-death battle more and more tragic.

The sound of swords sounded, the desolate blood shone the world, the sword roared, and the purple light shook the nine provinces.

The battle was so fierce that it was difficult to decide the winner and lose. Li Tianqiong, who had recovered his true appearance, was unbeaten with his special skill. However, the Marquis of Zhiming who returned to Shenzhou, who had faith in sentient beings, was even more afraid of gods and demons.

"wrong"

Suddenly, Li Tianqiong's mind was shocked, and an indescribable sense of crisis came. He suddenly retreated and moved a hundred feet away.

"The race with such a strong recovery power is really curious"

As Li Tianqiong said, space was scrolling behind Li Tianqiong, and a man in a silver-white cloak walked out, showing his sharp aura, showing his peerless style.

The silk string sounded, and the blood mist gushed. Li Tianqiong felt a pain in his heart. He looked down and saw that a silver silk string had penetrated his body at some point, and blood dripped.

"The first sound of the underworld"

The owner of Xiaoyue's right hand moved, and the silk string vibrated, and blood was like a tide in the sky, dyeing the void red.

With a muffled groan, Li Tianqiong's eyes shrank slightly, and he waved his sword to cut the strings. With a loud bang, he continued to slash.

"Seven-character verses in the Yellow Spring, the third update of the soul"

The silk string sounded again, the King of Hell took his life, and waved his right hand in Xiaoyue Tower, and the Tianhun silk was rhythmic, instantly destroying the warrior's martial arts veins.

After a sharp turn of battle, I came back to my senses. The battle was over. Li Tianqiong's heart was gushing with blood, and his eyes were filled with incredible expressions.

The next moment, a shocking explosion sounded, and both of them were all shocked.

Thousands of feet away, the two of them calmed down their eyes as they looked at the space black hole formed by self-destruction ahead.

After a while, Ning Chen moved his eyes, looked at the figure on the other side, and said, "Your Excellency, don't you give me an explanation?"

"Feel sorry"

The owner of Xiaoyue showed a smile on his face and said, "I didn't expect that I could not stop it."

Light flashed in Ning Chen's eyes. It seemed that after the barrier of the Pluto was broken, the sky in the world would also change.

"You are a guest from afar, so why don't you come and have a temporary rest in the lower palace?" Ning Chen said.

"It is better to obey orders than respect," said the owner of Xiaoyue.

Ning Chen nodded, walked down from the air, and came to the two Buddhas who were severely injured and dying. He thought for a while, waved his hand and the wind and snow fell, freezing the two of them.

In the Daxia Imperial City, figures knelt down one after another to welcome the return of Wuhou.

"Welcome to the Marquis of Wu"

"Welcome to the Marquis of Wu"

One after another, deafening kneeling and worship sounded throughout the imperial city. In the distance, plain clothes walked towards him, with a calm expression without any slight turmoil.

Next to the owner of Xiaoyue Tower, Hongluan's face was shocked. Is this his true face?

At this moment, in front of him, all the officials appeared. The leader was wearing a dragon robe and a handsome face. He was the current emperor of Daxia.

"Master"

The excitement in Chi'er's eyes could not be hidden. She walked a few steps forward and politely.

Ning Chen stopped, looked at the handsome young figure in front of him, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He grew up and was no longer the little guy who was beaten by Ning Xi in the yard.

"See Wuhou"

All officials kneel down without exception. Even the young officials who are rebellious will not dare to act rashly at the moment.

This is the Marquis of Wu, Emperor's Master, and even legend of Daxia.

"Get up"

Ning Chen glanced at the officials, said calmly, then helped the emperor in front of him up, and said with a gentle expression, "I saw it all the way here, you did a good job."

Daxia returned to its former prosperity and truly emerged from the severe damage of the divine tribulation.

"It was taught by the master"

A rare thing, Chi'er scratched her nose embarrassedly and replied.

"As an emperor, methods are indispensable, but kindness is also indispensable. The ability of Daxia to recover so quickly means that you are really working hard, and it will not be in vain for the painstaking efforts of Tomorrow and Ziyi."

As he spoke, a sigh flashed in Ning Chen's eyes. During those difficult years, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, those seniors who sacrificed their lives to protect their faith.

"Go back, the teacher and the guests are welcome."

Ning Chen patted the shoulder of the young emperor in front of him, and then walked towards the direction of the Marquis' Mansion.

Looking at the leaving figure in plain clothes, among the officials, a young general breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure from this Wuhou put too much pressure on them.

There are more than one Marquis of Daxia, and there are seven in contemporary times. However, compared to the one in front of you, the gap is not a small part.

Could it be that the Wuhou of the previous generations were so powerful?

"Yuyi, see clearly. This is the patron saint of Daxia, the real Wuhou. Whether he can catch up with this person in the future depends on your own will and efforts," an old general spoke.

"yes"

The young general responded softly, looking at the figure of Suyi who was leaving with a burning look, his heart was unshakable. One day, he would become a figure like Wuhou and a hero admired by all people.

Wuhou Mansion has not returned for many years, and everything is different from before. Unfamiliar faces, with awe and nervousness, kneeling in the mansion to greet him.

In the backyard, a beautiful girl was cleaning. The girl was the granddaughter of the former housekeeper, named Yu Lian. She had just been in charge of cleaning the backyard for two years.

When Ning Chen walked over, Yu Lian was shocked and hurriedly went up to stop him from coming in. Grandpa once said that no one was allowed to enter the backyard at will.

"Xiao Lian is out of the way, this is the Marquis"

Seeing this, the new housekeeper quickly went up and whispered.

When Yu Lian heard this, her delicate body was shocked and she was so scared that she immediately knelt down.

"I... I don't know, please spare my life."

Ning Chen chuckled softly and said, "If you don't know, don't blame me, go and prepare some tea, and there will be distinguished guests on your door."

"yes"

Yu Lian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully listened to the order.

The decorations in the study room were still exactly the same as before, and no one moved them too much. Ning Chen brought the two of them in. Soon, Yu Lian came in and poured tea for the three of them, and quietly retreated.

Outside the backyard, the butler was relieved to see Yu Lian walk out. The Marquis came back suddenly, and they were not prepared at all.

"Uncle"
To be continued...