The land of China, disasters and disasters are 100,000 miles away, and alien races are coming. A great war has caused immeasurable damage to China, killing and injuring countless deaths and injuries.

After the war, the kings of the foreign race left, leaving behind the crying sentient beings in China. The sky could not bear it and the sad rain fell.

The heavy rain poured out, washing out deep valleys. This catastrophe came without warning, but it was like a storm, destroying the hope of all living beings on earth.

In the heavy rain, the old man turned around and left with a cane. Young Master Xiaobai walked behind the girl, pushed her wheelchair, and followed her together.

In the deserted city, Jian Liuying took over the second senior brother who died in battle. His body kept trembling and his tears drooped, unable to hide his sadness.

Ning Chen's heart was as painful as a sharp blade, and he couldn't say a word.

Three days later, Ning Chen walked out of the deserted city, his eyes covered all his emotions and returned to strength.

"Come with me!"

In front of the deserted city, Prince Yan said calmly and walked forward.

Ning Chen stepped forward and carried the sword frame and followed silently.

In the mountains, two figures walked towards each other in the mountains. In front of a large waterfall that fell from a high altitude, the king stopped and said lightly, "Just let's go here."

Behind, Ning Chen nodded, walked aside and lowered the sword frame, and quietly waited for the order.

"Pick up your sword."

Prince Yan spoke and said calmly.

Ning Chen was silent for a moment, and after a moment, he waved his right hand, and the light was overflowing. The famous Taoist sect's front appeared again, shining brightly.

"The righteous spirit is so strong that this sword cannot be covered with dust."

Prince Yan saw the sword in the former's hand and waved his hand. Not far away, the sword frame moved lightly, and the red light was flourishing. The red sword flew out and sank into the king's hands.

"Hold your sword tightly and follow me."

As soon as the words fell, Prince Yan waved his hand, and the extreme realm appeared between heaven and earth, and blood-colored lightning filled the world. The sword reached the extreme realm and the majesty came to the world.

The king's sword moved, and blood and lightning rushed in the sky. The unprecedented sword's intention was overflowing, leading the body of knowing one's life and moving with the sword.

The king teaches the sword, and the sword breath fills the world. He starts from the most basic sword, with every move and every move, simple and unpretentious.

The Taoist sword in Ning Chen's hand moved with it, with sword bones, sword intent, sword breath, and sword sense rising, from repulsion to fusion, integrating into himself bit by bit.

The sword of the deserted city and the sword of the king filled each other. A waterfall burst out from the blood of Ning Chen, dyed red in plain clothes.

In the extreme realm, Prince Yan saw the blood mist bursting out of the former body, frowned slightly, and stopped.

"What's going on with your sword bone?"

"I'm fine"

Ning Chen endured the severe pain in his body and said, "Senior, keep going, I can hold it."

Prince Yan didn't ask any more questions: If someone else wants to integrate into his own body, he can only resist the pain by himself.

The king's sword moved again, and this time, he did not stop. The sweeping swords intertwined in the sword's extreme realm, rushing like thunder, dazzling.

Ning Chen's body moved with the King's Sword. With each sword, the sword bones merged into his body and the pain deepened.

The falling sweat mixed with the overflowing blood, and the clothes were soaked over and over again. Ning Chen's hand holding the sword never let go of the slightest.

I had lost it, but I realized how rare it was to be able to hold the sword again. He could not lose to himself, otherwise he would have let Jian Er down before his death.

The world is breathing together, and the sound of the extreme realm is whispering lightly. Prince Yan is listening to the sound of the former sword, and the extreme meaning of the sword is increased by three points.

Since he has this determination and will, as a senior, he will do his best to fulfill his efforts!

After a hundred moves, Wang Jian's sword's sword momentum suddenly changed, and his murderous intent burst out and flew past him at a very fast speed.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and the sword in his hand subconsciously swung it to block Wang Jian.

With a sudden shock, Wang Jian shook open the Taoist sword in his hand, and the sword force did not change at all, and continued to sweep forward.

"Well"

The sword entered half an inch, and the sword force stopped. Prince Yan looked at the young man in front of him and said calmly, "From now on, your sword will not be allowed to have any more impurities, otherwise I will destroy it again. Today's Shenzhou no longer needs you to protect it. Your mission is over!"

Ning Chen listened silently, and after a moment, he nodded slightly.

"Practice yourself until you can feel the sword breath. I will go to the Daxia Imperial City and come back ten days later."

After saying that, Prince Yan waved his hand and put away the sword frame on the ground, then walked towards the distance.

Ning Chen stood in front of the waterfall and silently looked at the sword in his hand. The senior said it was right. Nowadays, he no longer needed him to protect him, and he did not have the qualifications.

Not to mention the kings and emperors of the alien race, even the most ordinary fourth-level powerful people, it would be difficult for him to fight head-on. If the seniors had not returned in time, Shenzhou would have been completely doomed.

In front of absolute strength, no matter how many conspiracies or plots are, they are just false, and his sword is no longer enough to protect the people he cherishes.

The sound of falling from the waterfall was rumbling, and the sound of the sword was obscured. In front of the waterfall, Su Yi raised his sword again and returned to the beginning, so simple that there was no more complicated moves.

Just when Zhiming returned to Shenzhou, in the fog of the Red Luan Star Domain, countless powerful people flew out from the cracks of the space that were cut open. In just a few days, the powerful people of the hundreds of clans descended to the world one after another. In the fourth realm, kings emerged one after another. However, above the king, except for the Scale Emperor, there was no second place.

In the Battle of China, the legendary name of the Great Xia is awe-inspiring hundreds of clans. The existence of strange old men in the human race has become a taboo for all races. It is comparable to the strongest men of the hundreds of clans. Even among the hundreds of clans, there are only a handful of them, and no one dares to offend them.

In various major star fields, powerful people from hundreds of races appeared, occupying one side of the divine land with a domineering attitude, establishing sects and establishing religions.

The era of a hundred tribes competing for the battle came, and so suddenly, many major sects and ordinary people in various regions had to accept this sudden cruel and chaotic era.

Among all the divine lands, the king is in charge. Due to the majesty of strange old people in the human race, no large-scale battle has been launched yet. However, the hundreds of races are powerful, the human race is weak, and the unequal distribution of interests exists clearly. The battle to divide the human race's territory and resources seems to be inevitable.

The two royal forces of Ziwei Star Domain, Shendu Mountain and Zilin Abyss confront each other. The two powerful races with the royal level also chose the Ziwei Star Domain closest to the world, continuing the struggle of thousands of people.

In the purple scale abyss, Emperor Mingtian stood in front of the abyss, quietly looking at the vast starry sky ahead, with flowing light flashing in his eyes.

"Your Highness"

A man in purple clothes came over and bowed respectfully, saying, "Time is up."

Di Mingtian came to his senses, nodded, and turned around and walked towards the abyss behind him.

It has been wasted so much time since I came out for so long. Now, it is time to make up for these hundred years.

In the purple scale abyss, among the newly emerging Jedi, Emperor Mingtian walked past. Half an hour later, he stopped in front of a green pond that didn't look too big.

In front of the Dragon Transformation Pool, the Purple Scale King looked back, looked at the figure walking towards him, and said calmly, "This is the water of the Dragon Transformation Pool that your grandfather deliberately brought. Don't let your grandfather down and your father down."

"yes"

Di Mingtian bowed respectfully and then walked step by step into the dragon-turning pond ahead.

At the same time, in the unknown divine realm, an old man with a haggard appearance stood quietly, looking at the weeping people, his turbid eyes became more exhausted.

A hundred tribes were born and the dark age of the world came. If the human race could not overcome this disaster, it would be the real eternal night.

"teacher"

Behind, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth walked up in a wheelchair, looked at the old man in front of him and called softly.

The old man turned around and looked at the girl in the wheelchair quietly, and said hoarsely, "Peacock, how about it?"

"Nothing felt." The girl said truthfully.

The old man nodded and said, "I didn't feel normal when I first met. But in the future, you will have many opportunities to meet. You can slowly cultivate your feelings, so there is no hurry."

"Why does the teacher value that person so much? No matter whether it is talent or strength, this person should be the best candidate." On the wheelchair, a hint of confusion appeared on Peacock's beautiful face, and said.

"Talent is not a decisive factor after reaching the fourth level. As for strength, everyone is not born to be invincible in the world. His practice is still short, and it is good to be able to do this level." The old man said softly.

"The teacher's assumption is that this person can enter the fourth realm, but if he cannot enter this realm, his talent is an unignorable natural barrier that no one can change." Peacock said seriously.

The old man was silent. After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "The teacher only sees a little secret from his growth trajectory. No one can absolutely guarantee the future. The teacher will not force you. The choice is in your hands. The teacher cannot make decisions for you."

On the wheelchair, the peacock nodded gently and said, "Don't worry, if this person is really as the teacher said, and can enter the fourth realm in the future, the peacock is willing to help him with all his strength, but if he can't do it, the peacock will have to choose another person."

The old man nodded, said nothing more, his eyes turned and he looked at the people of the world again, and the compassion in his eyes became increasingly difficult to hide.

The peacock match is always an emperor who rules the world. In this era, an absolute strong man is needed to shock the hundreds of tribes. He chose that young man. However, whether he can do it depends on the young man's own ability. He does not interfere more.

Everyone should walk their own way. The young man's will is so strong that he far exceeds any peer. This is the most important quality of the road to cultivation. The road is long and no one can go smoothly. It is easy to survive one blow, but what about ten times, hundreds, and thousands?

It is not easy to bear the weight of sentient beings. Therefore, he must be strong enough. Even if he suffers from disasters and tribulations, he cannot be weak for a moment.

Although it is cruel, this is reality. If he cannot do it, he can only find someone else.

In the realm, in the eastern region, among the continuous mountains and rivers, I am just like a hundred years ago, I have nothing, starting from the most basic.

The cold light on the sword reflects the bright moon, day after day, year after year.
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