At the extreme east, at the end of the world, Aman was unconscious. Prince Yan was in the first disaster. In desperation, he sealed some of the power with Ningyuan Sword and forced himself to escape.

Prince Yan took Aman away from the extreme east and rushed towards the west.

There is no doubt that something happened to Ning Chen.

In front of Yuhua Valley, a green light flashed and quickly entered it. Only the scars after the war and the tragic situation of the world burning fire were left.

There was no more vitality in the Yuhua Valley, and everyone was buried in the terrifying sea of ​​fire, without even the corpse.

Prince Yan sighed deeply in his heart, he knew he was late.

Aman's body became weaker and weaker day by day. Prince Yan continued to nourish his heart and blood with his innate true energy and delayed time as much as possible.

Aman is filled with the heart veins filled with diamond crystal flowers. The two are connected by blood. If something happens to Ning Chen, Aman will also be greatly affected.

The Master deduced the academy for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed, "I can't see it."

Prince Yan frowned and said slowly, "How could this be? No matter how life or death, you should be able to see it."

"There is only one possibility, he is no longer in this world," the Master replied.

Prince Yan was silent, and after a long time, he stepped away.

"I'll look for it"

The three simple words are as heavy as Mount Tai. Prince Yan went to the underworld, retrieved the Zhige Sword, and then took Aman to the Yuhua Valley again.

Aman woke up once in the middle, and after saying a word, he fainted again.

“He is still alive”

Just a response in my heart, and no reason, Aman believed as always that Ning Chen was still alive, firm and persistent.

"Be careful" Haoran's righteous spirit condensed, and the Master appeared, and the space was twisted violently between waving his sleeves.

Prince Yan nodded, waved his hand, and three swords flew out, turning into a stream of light and hovering into the sky.

The next moment, the three swords turned into thousands, the sword rain fell, and the entire space was shattered.

Prince Yan moved his body and immersed himself in it with Aman, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After the two left, Haoran's righteousness dissipated and the world returned to peace.

In the realm of nothingness, above the nine heavens, a drop of bright red blood in the flames frantically devoured everything around, soul power, resentment, spiritual energy in the world, etc.

The sky fire is always immortal, the phoenix blood is burning, and the sharp phoenix sounds sounds sounded above the nine heavens, gradually manifesting the shape of a phoenix.

However, at this moment, another consciousness continued to resist in the phoenix blood, and the condensed phoenix shape quickly dissipated and transformed again.

The phoenix is ​​reborn as it is fire, and the phoenix's dead soul is awakened. Another consciousness in the phoenix blood is also unwilling to be swallowed up. It retaliates against the phoenix consciousness by relying on its instinct to survive.

Above the nine heavens, a huge black hole appeared, and anything around the phoenix blood was swallowed up, and it turned into flesh and blood with the phoenix blood and quickly condensed.

Not long after, a figure fell from the sky in the Jiuxiao Fairy Mountain, scaring away the surrounding beasts.

Half a day later, a boy who looked about twelve or three appeared in the back mountain jumping and was immediately startled when he saw the young man lying on the ground.

The little boy shook for a long time, but no one on the ground showed signs of waking up, so he had to run back to his senior brother and ask for help.

Not long after, a disciple of Jiuxiao who looked over 20 years old was dragged by a boy, with a reluctance on his face, but he couldn't resist it.

"Senior Brother, hurry up." The little boy was very anxious and said.

"How could there be outsiders in the back mountain? You must have read it wrong," Yun Shisan said helplessly.

"Look, look quickly," the little boy pointed to the grass in the distance and urged.

Yun Shisan looked at it and saw that there was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old lying there. After a moment of shock, he walked up quickly.

"It's nothing serious, but the internal organs are slightly shocked, so they should have fallen from somewhere."

After Yun Shisan investigated, he carried him on his back and rushed towards his residence.

Hearing the elder brother's words, the worry on the little boy's face swept away and he followed him jumped.

The Jiuxiao Fairy Mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist, and palaces are directly into the sky. As a famous and upright sect in the world, Jiuxiao has always been a holy place for cultivation that sentient beings on earth yearn for, and the strength of the sect has always been among the top five in the world.

Yun Shisan picked up a person in the back mountain. This incident happened through the boy's little trumpet mouth, and it was soon reported that everyone on the mountain knew about it. Everyone came over to see it curiously, and then left bored.

Just a mortal, they thought there was something special.

Yun Shisan was helpless to send away batches of junior brothers and sisters, and when he settled the score with the little boy, he no longer knew where the latter had been hiding.

In the Tingzhu Pavilion, Ning Chen finally woke up after sleeping for nearly half a month. The moment he opened his eyes, the wind and clouds on Jiuxiao Mountain changed, and suddenly alarmed several powerful people in the palaces.

"What's going on"

One by one, one gaze looked down from the peak, looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see anything abnormal, so I had to give up.

Ning Chen got up and came outside. He happened to meet Yun Shisan, who had just returned from the Taixuan Palace. He stared for a moment and then said, "Thank you."

Yun Shisan smiled and said, "You don't have to thank me. I did nothing, I just brought you back."

Ning Chen did not worry about this question, looked at the strange surroundings and asked, "Where is this?"

"Jiuxiao Mountain"

Yun Shisan walked back to the room, put down the stack of bamboo slips in his arms, and replied immediately.

Ning Chen frowned. He was a very unfamiliar name and had never heard of it.

"Are you hungry? I'll take you to dinner?" Yun Shisan said very carefully.

“Thank you”

Ning Chen thanked him again, but he was not hungry, but he wanted to go out and have a look.

The two walked towards the direction of the kitchen hall, and along the way, they chatted while walking. Ning Chen spent most of the time listening, and occasionally asked a question, Yun Shisan would also explain patiently.

When he was about to arrive at the kitchen hall, Ning Chen had basically confirmed that he was no longer above the Eastern Region Shenzhou.

"Which sect is the realm master from?" Ning Chen suddenly asked and said.

Yun Shisan looked at the former strangely. There were people in this world asking such idiotic questions.

"I fell my head a little, and I don't remember a lot of things," Ning Chen explained calmly.

Yun Shisan nodded in understanding and said, "The realm master is in charge of the four poles of holy lands, but the realm master has been in seclusion and has not appeared for nearly a hundred years."

Hearing these words, a cold light flashed deep in Ning Chen's eyes. Sure enough, he came to the place he shouldn't have come.

The Master said that only the three disasters can be broken by the barriers between realms, and the three people must cooperate. How did he get caught here?

Moreover, his flesh was clearly burned in the sky fire, so why could he still live?

Many questions flashed through Ning Chen's mind, unable to figure it out or make it clear, so he could only let it go temporarily.

Now, what he can be sure of is that he has come to a strange state and will not be able to go back for a while.

After the two of them walked into the kitchen hall, they found a seat to sit down. At this time, few people came in to have dinner, and there were not many people in the kitchen hall.

However, Yun Shisan was obviously a good man in Jiuxiao Mountain. As soon as he sat down, three or five young disciples surrounded him with a funny look on his face.

"Senior brother, please have something to do." A beautiful female disciple walked behind, pounding her back and pinching her shoulders.

"What's the matter?" Yun Shisan's eyes immediately raised a warning, but he asked with a kind attitude.

"Aren't you going to recruit new disciples in a few days? One of my cousins ​​has also signed up. Look, can you join your disciple?" the woman said with a smile.

Jiuxiao did not like fighting, and the sect focused more on cultivation. It was famous for recruiting disciples in the world, especially the venerables of several immortal palaces, which were difficult to recruit a disciple for a hundred years.

The rule of recruiting disciples in Jiuxiao Mountain is very simple. A competition for outer disciples is held every three years. The top three will definitely be included in the disciples. As for others, if someone wants to accept them, they can enter, and if no one takes them, they will go down the mountain.

However, there are very few people who are qualified to accept disciples in Jiuxiao Mountain. In addition to the five venerables, only some disciples with outstanding cultivation have this qualification.

Yun Shisan is a great disciple of Jiuxiao Immortal Mountain. His cultivation has reached half a step in the innate world, and he is only half a step away from the last step. He can truly enter the innate world and own his own fairy palace, so he naturally has the qualification to accept disciples.

Of course, this qualification is not unlimited. Each disciple can only receive one at a time, so this quota for taking disciples is quite precious.

"I promised Xiao Shitou that I would take him to get the first one this year," Yun Shisan said with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Ning Chen smiled without leaving any trace. Xiao Shitou was in Yun Shisan's mouth. The little boy who first discovered him had not yet officially become a disciple, so he was not considered a formal disciple of Jiuxiao Xianshan. However, the little boy was picked up by a venerable of the Immortal Palace when he was out for a trip. He grew up on the mountain since he was a child and his cultivation qualifications were not bad. It was only a matter of time before he became a formal disciple.

Sure enough, after hearing this answer, the woman's eyes immediately flashed with disappointment and left with her plate in a depressed manner.

Taixuan Palace, a serious and serious man sat in the hall, looking at the four people next to him, and said, "This time, the competition for outer disciples is the largest number of people who have registered in the past years, and there are even people from other major sects and royal families. Many leaders and princes have already sent letters to him these days, hoping to be able to be able to be more comfortable. Do you see if you can choose a few relatively excellent incomes for your disciples?"

"I'm free, it's good to collect one or two and go back to clean the courtyard," a young man dressed in Confucianism smiled.

"It depends on the situation. If there is a good one, you can collect one." A woman in purple thought and replied.

"I'll digest one of the old man, and I can't let the head coach make things too difficult, right?" a gray-bearded old man smiled.

"Junior sister, where are you?" the man looked at the young woman beside him and asked.

He invited all four people in such a big battle today to make this cold-hearted junior sister let go.

"I won't accept disciples" the woman was still unmoved and said calmly.

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Chapter completed!