The secret realm of Butian, the end of the battle, the divine machine and the moon took action, and the Butian Lord, who was already at the end of his strength, was immediately in a desperate situation.

In the void, figures fell from the sky and fell to the ground, blood flowing everywhere, dyeing the earth red. No one held back the battle between success and defeat of the enemy. In a fierce battle, Butian Pavilion, which dominated the country for tens of thousands of years, suffered heavy destruction and severe damage to its vitality.

Qi Kuanglan was exiled, and the Lord of Butian Pavilion was severely injured. The highest combat power of Butian Pavilion was completely destroyed in one day and there was no power to fight back.

In the depths of the secret realm of Butian, Ning Chen's figure appeared in the forbidden land with a surging aura. Looking at the unfamiliar and unfamiliar land ahead, his expression flashed through the condensed color.

If you guess correctly, this is the most confidential place in Butian Pavilion. I hope there will be no more variables.

The heavens and the earth are forbidden, and the hundred miles of the world are everywhere, and there is no trace of vitality.

Ning Chen walked in, Zhu Xian, Shen Xian coiled around his body, and his powerful aura flowed, dispelling the yin energy flowing around him.

"Buzz"

Walking forward a hundred steps, changes suddenly appeared, and a bright light flashed across the earth, flashed in one flash, and there was no trace again.

Ning Chen stared at him, stepped on his feet, and turned into a red light, and he chased after him.

The flowing lights in front and behind are chasing, and in a blink of an eye, they have reached a hundred miles away.

"This is?"

A hundred miles away, Ning Chen calmed his god, waved his right hand, and the sword intent in the sky coiled around, turning into a net of heaven and earth, blocking the void thousands of feet away.

A small gourd as big as a palm appeared in the crisscrossing sword lights. On the gourd, a little boy with pink and jade sat on it tremblingly, looking at the person in front of him with big tender eyes, full of fear.

When Ning Chen saw it, his brows frowned slightly, and he prescribed the magic medicine of spiritual wisdom?

"Good life, please spare me"

The little boy was less than three inches tall, sitting on the small gourd with gourd leaves on his head, looking at the human in front of him, and said in fear.

Ning Chen did not say a word, and his right hand flipped over, and suddenly, a powerful suction force came out, arresting the little boy.

Although the human-shaped elixir with a strong aura is only the size of a palm, it is like a treasure house of spiritual energy. Just by smelling the breath, it makes people feel refreshed.

"If you swallow it, the body may wake up 70% of the time."

The demonic energy surged out, and a cold voice sounded, saying.

"magic!"

The little boy exclaimed in fear.

"What are you still hesitating!" said the demon body coldly.

"Good life, please spare me"

The little boy knelt on the gourd and kept knocking.

Ning Chen looked at the little man on the gourd and fell silent.

"It is originally a spiritual medicine, and it is born to be eaten by others. What can you hesitate about! Phoenix body, you are not the savior, put away your useless compassion!" The demon body shouted coldly again.

"Immortals, please spare your life"

On the little gourd, the boy's delicate little face became more and more frightened, and he shook.

Ning Chen's body was filled with more and more demonic energy, and it was endless, dyed ink in the world.

"What is your purpose in Butian Pavilion? Have you forgotten the lessons from the past? I missed such a elixir today. Where can you find it in the future?" In the demonic aura, the demon's voice became colder and colder, making people shudder.

"Demon body, we have committed enough murderous crimes."

Ning Chen said softly, raised his hand and gently tapped the little boy's eyebrows, and said, "Follow me, I won't hurt your life."

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, Immortal."

After saying that, the little boy flashed and flew to the former's shoulder, with timidity and restraint still in his expression.

"Don't be afraid, I said I won't hurt your life, and I won't go back on my word."

Ning Chen looked at the deadly repairing the sky and forbidden earth ahead, and his expression slightly condensed.

"Phoenix body, your kindness really makes me disgusted."

As he spoke, the surging demonic energy gradually subsided, and disappeared in a flash.

After the demonic energy disappeared, the fear on the little boy's face slowed down a little. He sat on the former's shoulder and said carefully, "Xiancheng, there are many medicines here. Can I help Xiancheng find it?"

Ning Chen said calmly, "Lead the way"

The little man nodded, then sat on the small gourd and flew forward.

Ning Chen followed behind, let go of his spiritual sense, and was alert to possible unknown dangers.

Soon, on the cold land, a strange-shaped medicine king appeared, and his powerful vitality flowed, making people look at it.

Ning Chen walked forward, waved his hand to arrest the Medicine King, looked at it, and put it away casually.

Seeing the former's indifferent expression, the little boy said nervously, "Immortal, there is still in front of me."

"Continue to lead the way," Ning Chen said with a calm expression.

"Um"

The little boy nodded and continued to fly forward.

Ning Chen followed quietly behind, looking at the little gourd sitting on the little boy, a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes. The child's body should be a fairy vine, all things have spirits, but only a few people can truly generate consciousness, and he really can't bear to destroy it.

The vast and boundless forbidden land for repairing the sky seems to have condensed the laws of space. The medicines are distributed in various directions, almost swallowing up the spiritual energy on the earth. Within thousands of miles, no grass can grow.

In half an hour, the little boy had already taken Ning Chen to find four rare medicine kings. As the only elixir of spiritual consciousness in the forbidden area, the little boy was very familiar with the surrounding terrain and saved a lot of time.

"The only one is immortal."

On the small gourd, the little man said nervously, "The spiritual energy here has gradually dried up over the years, and most of the medicine kings have been picked up by humans, and there is not much left."

"Enough"

Ning Chen nodded, waved his left hand, and started to the immortal. He entered the ground with a sword, and the earth rumbled and vibrated.

Under the earth, the sword energy slashed the spiritual veins. With the violent vibration, the foundation of the spiritual veins collapsed, and the overflowing spiritual energy continued to inject into the immortal sword. The devouring method of fishing in the water completely destroyed the spiritual veins below and there was no recovery for another day.

Outside the Butian Forbidden Earth, the strong men from Butian Pavilion felt that the underground spiritual veins were destroyed, and their eyes changed and their faces were shocked.

A faint sigh came from the floating ancient sedan chair above the ancient star, "I didn't expect that the famous Butian Pavilion will suffer such a great disaster today. The strength of these five people is really more terrifying than the other."

"Although they are strong, they are still incomparable to the three pavilions," a sword slave said respectfully.

"In this case, don't say anything more. Disrespect for the strong is disrespect for yourself."

In the ancient sedan chair, the woman's gentle voice came out again, saying, "Before entering the fourth realm, no one dared to say that he would win with the strength of these five people, and I can't do it."

Jiannu, who had spoken before, heard this and respectfully lowered his head and did not dare to say more.

Repair the sky and forbidden earth, and the immortal sword cuts the earth's veins with one sword. Endless red light crisscrosses, cutting out cracks after cracks in the space. Under the earth, the vast and majestic spiritual energy is constantly injected into the immortal sword, making the oppression on the sword more terrifying.

Ning Chen quickly formed a seal with both hands, and one forbidden after another was shot. Huangquan opened the ban and sealed the immortal sword to delay the dissolution of the power.

After a moment, Ning Chen waved his hand and put away the fairy sword.

On the side, on the little gourd, the little boy looked at this scene, his little face was shocked and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Let's go"

Ning Chen said something, then turned around and walked out of the forbidden area.

The little boy came to his senses and flew to the former's shoulders, and said nervously, "Immortal, my name is Xiao Hulu."

Ning Chen smiled faintly, nodded, and wrote it down.

The little gourd strengthened his courage, stretched out his little hand to hold the former's head, and sat more smoothly.

At this moment, the void shook, and a young figure in blue appeared. With a wave of his right hand, a sharp sword light flew out. In the sword light, the sword thread appeared and the coldness was bone-broken.

"The ninth son of Momen, a hundred days later, the sword pavilion will be discussed. Please come and discuss the heroes of the world."

As the words fell, the sword came to his body, and the sword force remained unabated, cutting through the void along the way.

Ning Chen fixed his steps, frowned slightly, raised his right hand, and pointed to take the sword post.

The only sword that crossed the peak invisibility of the sword post was invisibly dissipated, and the slightest wave of turmoil was not stirred.

"Thank you for your invitation, I will consider it later"

Ning Chen responded calmly and stepped forward.

In the void, the blue-clothed sword slave didn't say anything more, and his figure faded away and disappeared.

Not long after, outside the ancient star, the blue-clothed sword slave returned, bowed respectfully and said, "Report to the three pavilions, the sword letter has been delivered."

"What do they say?" the woman asked in the sedan chair.

"Shen Ji and King Qi have made it clear that they will attend. The ninth son of the Mo Sect did not give a positive answer, but just said he would consider it." The blue-clothed sword slave replied.

"I understand, go back"

After saying that, the woman in the sedan chair did not say more, and the ancient sedan chair rose and rushed towards the depths of the starry sky.

The four sword slaves followed and left together.

While the five people left, a tragic battle in the Butian Secret Realm was approaching the end. Butian Pavilion was defeated and suffered heavy casualties.
To be continued...