Marquis of Grand Xia

The original magic domain, the Western battlefield, after a war, was devastated and covered with corpses.

The prestige of the emperor, shocking and vulgar, just avatar, already powerful and desperate.

In the void, the Demon God of War stands in the sky, and the magic breath gradually converges.

The God of War cuts the immortals, breaking the taboos of the ages, the emperor defeats, and the figure disappears.

Asura turned around and looked at the ten Sanctuary Palace Masters in front of the Western Sanctuary, calm and speechless.

Among the masters of the Sanctuary Palace, Roga's eyes also looked at the Demon God of War in the void, and his expression condensed.

Ashura, after all, came out.

The two gazed at each other. After a while, Asura withdrew his gaze, and the figure descended from the sky before walking to the camp of the demon.

"Asura, welcome back."

Xuan Mo looked at the Demon God of War in front of him and calmly said.

Asura stopped and looked at the Heavenly Demon Armed Forces who had suffered half of his casualties behind Xuan Mo, and said, "It's hard."

"Yes."

Xuan Mo responded, "Since you have come out, I will return to the city and get my life back."

Ashura nodded and said, "There will be a future."

"There will be a date."

Xuan Mo responded, looked back at the four deputy commanders behind him, and said, "You stay behind to help Ashura resist the invasion of the Holy Land. Don't carelessly."

"Yes!"

Behind Xuan Mo, the four deputy commanders respectfully salute.

"Your Highness, walk together?"

Xuan Mo's eyes moved, looking at the thirteenth prince not far away, calmly said.

"Ok."

Ning Chen lightly responded, his figure fell, and walked to the former.

At dawn, the two set off and walked towards the direction of the Heavenly Demon Imperial City.

At the rear, Asura looked at the back of the two, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The thirteenth prince, the disciple of Nine Nine, has too many secrets, making it difficult to see clearly.

Scale Emperor shot this time just to kill this child, which is really unusual.

In the southern continent, beneath the bottomless Purple Scale Abyss, a terrifying anomalous enchantment rises, an angry Scale King, and terrifying coercion sweep the entire continent, shaking the nine days of stars.

The emperor was angry, and the earth and the earth changed, and over the southern continent, meteors pierced the void and burned a fiery flame.

At the same time, two primordial demons stood in the sky in the depths of the primordial demons and heavenly ancestor ancestors. Their eyes condensed on the southern continent that had fallen into shock.

In this battle, the scale clan lost almost all its elite strength, and the scale emperor was so angry that it was not surprising.

Elder Thirteen, this time really gave everyone a "surprise".

"How to deal with this matter?" Bahuang Mohuang said condensedly.

"I went on my own."

Seven Emperor Demon Emperor responded, his figure disappeared, and left from the Heavenly Demon Ancestor.

In the Three Imperial City, when the setting sun is about to fall, the two figures come from afar and return to the Imperial City.

The two entered the city and did not return to the house, rushing towards the Three Emperors Hall directly.

In front of the majestic majestic palace, the two figures appeared and saluted in unison.

"Have seen the Devil Emperor."

The words fell, and in front of the imperial palace, the demonic energy surged, and the Eight Emperors Demon Emperor appeared, looking at the two people under the stone steps lightly, "flat body."

"Xie Mo Huang."

The two stood up straight. On the left, Xuan Mo looked up at the Eight Demon Emperors in front of the imperial palace and said, "Return to the Demon Emperor, Asura has escaped, and his mission is completed, and he will return to life."

"It's hard work, the imperial city still needs you to sit here. The emperor can only give you a day to rest. After one day, the commander returns to his original position and continues to guard the safety of my demon imperial city."

"Secretary, obey!" Xuan Mo respectfully said.

"Datong takes the lead and retreats." The Eight Emperors said calmly.

"Farewell."

Xuan Mo salutes and immediately turns away.

Xuan Mo left, under the stone steps, only Ning Chen was left, and the atmosphere froze for a while.

In front of the imperial palace, Emperor Bahuang gazes at the young man below with a complex and unusual look.

Among the royal princes, if such a stunning person is a blessing of the royal family, but the young people in the end are born human races, although they have the blood of the Devil family, they can not hide the embarrassment of their identity.

The human race is the humblest race in the original magical realm. Even many large races feed on the human race. Letting the people with the blood line of the human race inherit the position of the Celestial Royal Family will undoubtedly cause turmoil in the entire royal family.

If he and Qi Yao choose to suppress the young people in front of him, and support other princes, among the royal family, there is hope to inherit the royal bloodline of the throne, and only the third prince Xuanqing is left, and the nine princes Xuanque with slight blood defects.

Xuan Qing, with a cold nature, once he gets the throne, the remaining princes can hardly survive.

As for Xuan Que? The fledgling wings are still in the growth stage, and it is still difficult to confront Xuanqing head-on.

It's hard to imagine that the Tianmo royal family born out of Tianjiao will one day be reduced to the point where no one is available.

The two thoughtful people, no one spoke, the atmosphere was quiet and unusual, and the needle drop was audible.

After a long time, in front of the Three Emperors Hall, the Emperor Bahuang recovered his mind and looked at the young man below. The tone was flat, "It's done well."

"Thank you for the emperor's praise, this is what the minister should do." Ning Chen's mouth slightly curved, calmly responded.

"Prince Xuan Xiao had a good relationship with your Master before his death. You will tell your Master personally about this matter." The Eight Emperors continued.

"Yes." Ning Chen responded.

"You have worked hard for many days, go back and rest first."

The Eight Emperors Demon King waved his hand and didn't mention anything about rewards for merit.

The royal prince, a very prince, has no rewards, and the prize is the position of the imperial power.

"Come back."

Ning Chen saluted, and immediately turned back.

The Three Imperial City, the Nine Nether King's Mansion, and Ning Chen came. The guards in front of the mansion did not stop, and leaned over to salute.

"Have seen His Royal Highness."

"You don't have to be too polite."

Ning Chen should say a word, and walked towards the house.

Wang Dian, Ning Chen entered, respectfully said, "Disciples visit Master."

As soon as the ceremony was over, in the palace of the king, the demonic energy was turbulent, and a world demons who were all around the magic breath walked out of thin air. Even though Huangwei was restrained, it was hard for people to dare to look straight.

"Every time I come back with a wound, let Master tell you what is good for you."

Xuan Jiuyou looked at his disciples and sighed softly.

"Skills are not as good as people, and injuries are inevitable."

Ning Chen smiled on his face and said, "Master, thank you for helping me last night."

Xuan Jiuyou heard the words, and then he was startled, and suddenly laughed silently, "Are you blaming Master Zun for not helping you in the end?"

"Disciples don't dare."

Ning Chen smiled and said, "Master Zun certainly has his own consideration. However, Master Zun will be able to say hello to his disciples the next time he does this. Last night, the disciples were originally prepared to stop to watch the excitement, but the master suddenly stopped. Fortunately, the disciple responded quickly, and first ran the road, otherwise the master can now incense the disciple. "

"You kid, I'm a joke."

Xuan Jiuyou shouted helplessly, didn't care, and continued, "With your strength, you shouldn't have no power to fight back. Why should you keep hiding and keep yourself so embarrassed."

"Mu Xiu will be destroyed by Lin Feng. The disciple is now the crown prince. Many people have been jealous of their hearts, and they want to get rid of it soon. Fortunately, they can only go to this day. If the disciples are in awkward situation, they can It ’s worth letting those people relax a little, ”Ning Chen said with a look.

Xuan Jiuyou had heard it, his expression dimmed, and he knew who his disciples were talking about. In this primitive demon realm, there were very few people who truly recognized Ning Chen. His bloodline and identity were always in front of the latter. , Insurmountable.

There has never been a king with a different surname among the Celestial Royal Family, not to mention the recognition of a prince of human origin.

"Do you really want to seize the position of the ruler?"

Xuan Jiuyou asked seriously.

Ning Chen was silent. After a while, he said, "Master, the disciple does not want to deceive you, but the disciple will fight for his own things. The fight for imperial power, the master does not need to intervene, the disciple himself is enough to cope."

Xuan Jiu quietly stared at the disciple in front of him for a long time, gently nodded and said, "Since this is the case, you will not intervene as a teacher. This is the age of your young people, but the Master hopes that this is your time."

Ning Chen nodded his head. For the first time, Zhong Fengmang no longer concealed his words, and said sharply, "The Master rest assured, give me time, not too long, the name of the disciple will shock the entire original magic world ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ah!"

Xuan Jiu You smiled happily. This is his disciple of Xuan Jiu You, a hundred years, but it has just begun. It is when the edge is exposed, why do you need to be like these old monsters, so lifeless.

When Ning Chen returned to the Three Emperors City, in the northern mainland, in the holy land of the Wu people, on the central altar of the Wuhuang Tianxin Long Dance, a dress was gorgeous and dazzling.

The new emperor of the Wu people is beautiful and dusty, and the sacrificial rituals are all dressed up, which is even more beautiful.

Above the central altar, the celestial machine evolved, reproducing the past and deducing the future.

Suddenly, Tianxin was in a physique, staggering under his feet, and spitting out blood.

The emperor vomited red, and the sky above the altar immediately dissipated, and vanished into nothingness.

Tianxin raised his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth, stabilized his figure, and his beautiful eyes were horrified.

In the past, she deduced the origin of the thirteenth prince and found nothing. Now, she has proved the emperor's way. Unexpectedly, she still can't see the heavenly body of this child.

The emperor, with the protection of the laws of the emperor's way, is difficult to see the fate, but the thirteenth prince is clearly not the emperor's strong man.

Prince Thirteen, what secrets do you have?

Tian Xin looked at the direction of the Heavenly Demon Imperial City, his expression condensed. In this war, the real promoter is this person, but what is his real purpose, really want to change the fate of the original Devil Realm?

At the same time, the sights of Shendu Mountain, Western Sanctuary, Stone Clan Spirit Mountain, and the three imperial emperors who stood at the summit of the world all looked at the original Demon Realm.

The scale emperor's shot means that they will come soon. Now, the Heavenly Demon Royal has suffered heavy losses, and the royal luck has become unprecedentedly weak. The Heavenly Demon Emperor who lost the luck blessing will no longer be an unbeatable myth.

This day, they have been waiting too long ...