In the Yinhai Ghost Prison, ghost energy is everywhere, and a huge blood waterfall falls from the sky, washing the blood pool below day and night.

In front of the blood waterfall, on the throne cast by white bones, the king of the ghost clan closed his eyes and pondered. The extremely powerful aura was vaguely visible.

In front of the throne, I came to know my destiny and politely gave a gift from the younger generation.

On the throne of bones, the Ghost King opened his eyes and looked at the Thirteenth Crown Prince of the royal family ahead. He looked up and down without saying a word, as if he wanted to see the young man in front of him thoroughly.

Ning Chen stood quietly among the elders of the Ghost Clan, his expression as calm as water, without any fluctuations.

The king knew his fate and looked at each other. After a long time, the Ghost King spoke in his voice, saying hoarsely, "Your Highness the Prince personally visited the Yinhai Ghost Prison, and you have misfortune to welcome him. Your Highness, please forgive me."

Ning Chen smiled and said, "Senior Ghost King, I should have come to visit you long ago, but it was delayed because of some private matters."

"I have heard from Yin Ji about the birth of the imperial city. Your Highness's wisdom was unparalleled in the world back then." The Ghost King exclaimed.

"No matter how good the strategy is, it requires absolute military cooperation to be implemented. If the ghost clan had not helped the help of the younger generation, the plan of the younger generation would not be successful. After all, the ghost clan would have made great contributions." Ning Chen smiled more intimately and said.

While the two were talking, the elders of the ghost clan looked at each other and nodded at the same time. The thirteenth prince was more approachable than he thought and had no arrogant attitude unique to the children of powerful people.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" On the Bone Throne, a turbid look of the Ghost King flashed through his turbid eyes and said.

"Master, everything is fine." Ning Chen replied.

"That's good."

The Ghost King sighed lightly and said, "I haven't seen each other for many years. Jiuyou is still prosperous in spring and autumn, but I am about to settle down and my life is not long."

"Senior Ghost King and Master are old acquaintances?" Ning Chen asked in confusion.

"All the old monsters who have lived from ancient times to today have met a few times." The ghost king showed a look of memories in his eyes and sighed.

When Ning Chen heard this, he looked at Yin Ji not far away, and a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the Ghost King's attitude, she and her master are definitely not just a few times.

It has been tens of thousands of years since ancient times. Unless the demon source has sealed itself, even the ghost clan with a long life span cannot live for so long.

He didn't know why the Ghost King had to spend such a great price to support it yet, but if it was related to Master, the truth would be really intriguing.

Ning Chen didn't ask too much about things that shouldn't be asked, stood quietly, waiting for the Ghost King to wake up from his memory.

I don’t know how long it took, on the Bone Throne, the Ghost King came to his senses, and a self-deprecating smile flashed on his old face, saying, “When I’m old, I’m always prone to random thoughts, sorry.”

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "Memories are the most important thing in life. Senior Ghost King is an elder who has transcended an era. Whether it is knowledge or cognition, it is not accessible to juniors. In the future, we will ask senior Ghost King for advice more."

"Your Highness, you are polite."

The Ghost King said softly, "I heard that Your Highness is a rare sword master in the world. The Ghost Clan is still able to take advantage of a sword, so I don't know if Your Highness can take it."

While speaking, under the Yinhai Ghost Hun, the earth rumbled and shook. An ancient strange sword rose out in the permeated ghost energy. On the sword body, one side was engraved with the hell of ghosts and monsters, and on the other side was the Pure Land of Birds and Flowers. The two completely different sides, with different auras, but they were perfectly integrated.

Ning Chen looked at the ancient sword that was floating in the ghost energy, and his attention was immediately attracted. The swordsman loved the sword, and everyone knew his fate was no exception.

"What does Your Highness think if this sword is Yin Ji's dowry?" The Ghost King looked at the young man in front of him and said seriously.

On both sides, the elders of the Yinhai Ghost Prison were not surprised. They already knew that marriage was the best way to consolidate the status of the ghost clan.

Among all, Ning Chen came to his senses, frowned slightly, and shook his head, "Senior Ghost King, I already have a wife, and I will never have the intention to marry again in this life. The good intentions of the ghost clan are appreciated by me."

After hearing this, all the elders of the ghost clan changed their faces. Obviously, they did not expect that the Thirteenth Prince would refuse this marriage.

On the throne of bones, the Ghost King stared at the young man in front of him. After a long time, he waved his right hand and sent out the ancient sword, sighing, "You are really exactly the same in terms of feelings as your master, and you are the same stubborn."

The ancient sword was in front of him, but Ning Chen did not reach out to take it. He was unsuccessful and could not accept the sword. This sword was extraordinary and he could not accept it.

"This sword, called it, is the treasure of my ghost clan. I will be the master today and give it to Your Highness." The Ghost King said.

Ning Chen still didn't reach out to answer, looked at the ghost clan king on the throne, and said calmly, "What do the ghost clan want?"

"A promise from Your Highness."

The Ghost King said seriously, "If one day Your Highness proves the truth, I hope Your Highness can refine an imperial magic weapon for the Ghost Clan to serve as a weapon passed down by our Ghost Clan."

When Ning Chen heard this, his eyes narrowed. The imperial power was so powerful that the ghost clan really had a big appetite.

It is not easy to refine the imperial artifacts. It is difficult to find the divine materials. More importantly, all the imperial artifacts have spirits, such as the Dragon Emperor Sword, or the Demon Emperor Seal of the Eight Demon Emperors. Each imperial artifact has the ability to destroy the world. At its peak, it was almost the same as the Emperor Supreme.

Ning Chen looked at the ancient sword with ghost energy in front of him, and thought about the conditions of the Ghost King in his heart. After counting breaths, he stretched out his right hand and held the ancient sword.

When I started, an extremely exciting ghost energy surged into the sky. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and dark clouds were shaking, covering the sun.

The conditions of the Ghost King are indeed not easy, but now he lacks a suitable divine weapon. The upside down water moon and the star soul have been damaged, and the three immortal swords cannot be used at will. This handle will bring him a lot of help.

On the throne of bones, the Ghost King looked at the scene of the unity of the people and swords in front of him, and his turbid eyes gradually became clear.

What a similar scene. At the beginning, his master was so amazing. At a young age, he had already made countless older generations look overshadowed.

In the past, Xuan Jiuyou rejected the marriage of the ghost clan. Today, his disciples made the same choice, the same pride, and the same stubbornness.

"Yin Ji, are you satisfied now?" The Ghost King sighed softly.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Yin Ji replied softly that she did have some good feelings for the prince, but she was more afraid and admired. If she could choose, she did not want to marry into the prince's mansion and become a tool for the ghost clan's marriage.

As the two of them spoke, in front of them, Ning Chen's demonic aura surged out in the ghost aura and penetrated into the ancient sword. Suddenly, the aura of the ancient sword changed, and the magic power was overwhelming.

In all parties in the Primitive Demon Realm, a powerful man from the King Realm looked at the Yinhai Ghost Prison, his face showing a condensation.

, That ghost tribe artifact has been born.

The top ten artifacts in the original demon realm are definitely among the top three, and are comparable to the Demon Sword of the Fourth Prince of the Demon.

"In order to win over Lao Thirteen, the ghost clan is really willing to spend money."

In the ancestral land of the Heavenly Demons, the Seven Stars Demon Emperor looked north and spoke.

Not far away, the Eight Demon Emperor was silent. The Thirteenth Old was given, and he undoubtedly increased his strength greatly, but these had nothing to do with him.

The Seven Star Demon Emperor Yu Guang looked at the former's low expression and sighed softly.

It seems that Xuan Zhen's death has a great impact on the Eight Desolations. Among the royal princes, Xuan Zhen is indeed the best among them. Unfortunately, he was born in troubled times and failed to grow up.

"The eight wildernesses, the royal family's rule should be decided." After a moment, the Seven Stars Demon Emperor calmed down and spoke.

When the Eight Demon Emperor heard this, his body shook slightly and said, "Who do you want to choose?"

"It doesn't matter who chooses. What's important is that those who inherit our clan's fortune must be able to bring the urgently needed imperial combat power to our clan." The Seven Stars Demon Emperor said in a deep voice.

The Eight Demon Emperor was silent for a long time and said, "Xuanqing, Xuanque, and Jiuyou's disciples. These three people are the most outstanding among the princes and daughters. Xuanque's mother is not the bloodline of the Demon Royal Family, and the bloodline power is flawed. Jiuyou's disciples are even more from the human race. Although they have been refined by the Demon Pool, the bloodline purity is still different from that of the princes. The only people left are Xuanqing. However, you should not have forgotten the deaths of the Twelve and the Fifth. Although the people in the Demon Royal Family of My Demon Royal Family are cold by nature, the third brother has done something that has gone through."

"What do you mean?" said the Seven Demon Emperor frowned.

"If I had to choose, I would rather choose one among the disciples of Xuanque and Jiuyou."

The Eight Demon Emperor said in a deep voice, "Xuanque is your son. Compared with other princes, he is quite outstanding. What do you think?"

The Seven Stars Demon Emperor sighed lightly and said, "Xuanque is indeed good, but it is only good. Compared to the real peerless genius, the sharpness is still much different. I believe you can see it clearly."

"Are you talking about Jiuyou's disciple?"

The Eight Demon Emperor whispered softly, "This disciple of Jiuyou is indeed as amazing as his master, but his bloodline and origin are always an unavoidable question."

"Since you can't make a decision, let these three compete fairly."

The Seven Stars Demon Emperor said in a voice, "Now the war between the five sides is tense, so it is better to send all three of them out. Whoever can block the offensive of the five royal families will win the future ruling battle."

The Eight Demon Emperor's expression subsided. After a long time, he nodded, and now he could only do this.

"Telecommand!"

"exist!"

In the ancestral land, the commander appeared and knelt down and ritualed.

"Prince Xuanjiu and Prince Thirteenth went to the palace to meet."

"yes!"

The envoy sent the command to take the order, his figure disappeared and left from his ancestral land.

Half a day later, in the Ninth Prince's Mansion, above the Yinhai Ghost Prison, an identical black Demon Emperor Order appeared, and the powerful demonic power echoed, and the world was shocked.

"The Demon Emperor has an order to order the Ninth Prince (the Thirteenth Prince) to go to the palace to meet immediately."

When Xuanque heard this, he had a bright light in his eyes and his heart was waving, and he could not hide his waves. Finally, he waited for this day.

In the deepest part of the Yinhai Ghost Prison, Ning Chen looked at the Demon Emperor Order floating above the sky, his mouth bent slightly, and after a moment, his eyes retracted, looked at the king of the ghost clan in front of him, and said, "Sorry, I must go back."

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