Marquis of Grand Xia

Red Luan star field, four streamers gallop past, flickering, disappearing deep in the star field.

Yan Luo, the prefecture, was dispatched to come to the red luan starry sky to assist the migration of the ghost family.

A few days later, over a primitive star, the four Yanlus of the Earth Man appeared, without worrying about it, and carefully observed the situation of the ghost race.

"You said, we won't be deceived by others, and then we will be fooled?" Luo Xingchen looked at the original big star below, and some began to retreat.

"Is this necessary?"

Mu Qianxi glanced at the former unhappily, taunting, "Even if the ghosts set up a game, they are also waiting for the opportunity to count the big men of the human race, do you count?"

"Why am I not a big man!"

Luo Xingchen heard the words, immediately furious, counterattacked.

Aside, Prince Kaiyang quietly watched the two arguing, and did not stop them. It was not the first time that the two had blushed and had thick necks. He was used to it.

"Relax, there will be no ambush."

When the two were arguing, not far away, Ning Chen opened his eyes, withdrew his consciousness, and calmly said, "Before I leave, I set up several years of forbidden life on this big star. I can feel it here. "

"Can it still be like this?"

Luo Xingchen's face showed a strange color, and immediately coughed softly, dissatisfied and said, "Say early, it makes me feel nervous."

"Do you think I will let you come to take risks without preparation?"

Ning Chen said lightly.

"Haha."

Luo Xingchen smiled a little embarrassingly and embarrassed.

"For the sake of insurance, you stay here, I will go down first, and you will reappear when you take the ghost clan and all the people out of this big star." Ning Chen said with a look.

"go by yourself?"

Yi Xuanmiao frowned softly, "I'm afraid it's wrong. In case there is any accident, we may not have time to come and support."

"no need to worry."

Ning Chen said calmly, "Even if there is really an ambush, I have a way to get out. You can just wait here with peace of mind."

After talking, Ning Chen didn't delay any more, and volleyed a step, skimming towards the original star below.

On the primitive star, tens of thousands of ethnic groups of ghosts gathered, and the tense atmosphere permeated, and no one knew what happened.

The order of the ghost king, no one dared to violate it, all the people of the ghost clan were all gathered, waiting for the follow-up order.

In the void, Ning Chen's figure descended from the sky, and the elders of the ghost clan stepped forward to meet and salute.

"See Your Highness."

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

Ning Chen glanced at the ghost clan people gathered on the original star, calmly said, "Is this all the people?"

"Ok."

Before the elders of the ghost clan, the elders of the ghost clan responded respectfully. Received here, just waiting for His Highness to come. "

Ning Chen nodded and looked at the King of the Ghost Race on the Throne of Bone not far away, and said, "Ghost King, can I start?"

"anytime."

On the throne, the ghost king stepped down and said hoarsely.

"Then let's go." Ning Chen said calmly.

"set off!"

The ghost king nodded, and with the order, the vicissitudes of voice spread throughout the original star.

Tens of millions of ghosts and people boarded the chariot. Half an hour later, a chariot rose from the sky and swept toward the endless starry sky.

Below, the elders of the ghost clan also set off and swept to a chariot to **** the clan to migrate.

"Ghost King, please."

The whole ghost family left, Ning Chen looked at the king of the ghost family in front of the throne of bones, politely said.

The ghost king nodded his head, his body was filled with ghost spirits, his figure disappeared with the rear throne, and appeared again to the front of the team.

On the original star, Ning Chen looked back at the star that was empty behind him, and immediately stepped on it, looting towards the sky.

Starry sky, amazing scenery, an ancient chariot in the sky, ghost clan migration, desperate, surrendered to the human race.

Behind the ghost clan, Ning Chen quietly followed, and not far away, two figures swept over and appeared in front of Zhiming.

"Everything went well?" Mu Qianlu asked.

"Ok."

Ning Chen nodded and said, "What about the falling stars?"

"Hidden."

Mu Qianxi responded, "His energy is special, and frontal engagement will not play any role, it is better to hide in a dark place."

Ning Chen nodded and said, "I'm going to lead the way for the ghosts in the front. The two of you will guard the retreat in the back. If you find anything abnormal, you will tell each other immediately."

"understand."

The two responded, and their expressions were taken seriously. They knew that this road was probably not very calm, and they must be cautious.

After a few more words, Ning Chen didn't stay any longer, the figure flashed over, and swept towards the front of the team.

At the forefront of the ghost race, the ghost king sat on the chariot, staring at the starry sky ahead, and a stream of light flashed through the old eyes.

She does not know whether her choice is right or wrong, but the ghost family can no longer hesitate. In this chaotic world, she must fight for the future of the ghost family.

This human race's peerless arrogance is too incredible. Perhaps, in the future human race supreme, it really has its place.

If the ghost race can become a subordinate to the dragon, there will be no doubt that it will really fly into the sky and get rid of the current dilemma.

Before the chariot, Ning Chen's figure fell and looked forward, opening his mouth, "I believe that the ghost king will certainly not regret today's decision. After this war, the human race will be great, and so will the ghost race."

"hope so."

On the throne, the ghost king withdrew his gaze from the distance, showing emotion, and said.

In the starry sky, a chariot is galloping, and the pressure of steel torrents is so far apart that you can feel it clearly.

Hurrying for ten days, the starry sky was silent, nothing happened, everything went unbelievable.

In front of the team, on the chariot, Ning Chen's expression became more and more dignified, and it was too calm along the way, not quite right.

On such a large-scale migration of ghost races, the other big clans did not notice the normal one or two days, but it has been more than ten days, and it still seems strange that nothing has happened.

"Be more cautious, something may happen in the final journey."

Ning Chen spoke, and the two people behind the voice preached.

"Ok."

In the rear, Mu Qianxi and Yi Xuan Miao Qi nodded together and should get off.

More than a hundred miles away from the ghost clan team, the falling stars in a gorgeous purple dress followed them boredly, and suddenly, their expressions condensed and they looked east.

Not right, is that?

But seeing the end of the red luan star field, the magical energy surged, and the atmosphere of the powerful heavenly demons was turbulent, powerful and heavy.

In front of the Celestial Demon Army, four extremely powerful figures stood still, headed by Xuan Lie and Xuan Mo, and next to them were Galuro and Ganda Po, waiting for the arrival of the ghost clan.

Just before Luo Xingchen discovered the Demon Army, in front of the ghost clan team, both Ning Chen and the Ghost King also felt the breath of the powerful demon clan in the front, and immediately stopped the team from moving on.

It was still coming, but I didn't expect that the Heavenly Demon Royal Family would be personally dispatched.

"Ghost King, Xuan Lie and Xuan Mo, you choose one."

On the chariot, Ning Chen looked at the strongest two before the Demon Army, and said.

"I have heard that the world's first palm is amazingly powerful, and I have never had the opportunity to learn from it. Today, this is exactly my wish."

In the voice, the ghost king rose from the throne of the bones, and the powerful ghost gas surged out, shaking the anime stars.

Behind the team, the streamer cut across, Mu Qiansi and Yi Xuan swept away, gazing at the army of demon in front of him, Zhen Yuan dark surge, ready to respond to the enemy at any time.

"Xuanlie and Xuanmo handed over to me and the ghost king. You deal with Gandapo and Galuro. Be careful. Every one of the eight tribes is a rare strongman in the world. I have already told you about their situation. Don't be careless. "Ning Chen repeatedly told the war.

"understand."

Mu Qianxi and Yi Xuanmiao responded that the sword was in the sheath and the sword was whispering.

"It's a pity that there are so many swordsmen, Xuan Qi has something to come, otherwise, he should be very happy."

Before the Demon Army, Xuan Lie stepped forward and looked at the two strange faces in front of him, with a cold smile on his face.

In the rear, Xuan Mo is silent, and the saber at the waist is hidden in the sheath. Without the sheath, Wang Wei has been shocked.

"Kill, don't stay!"

Reluctant to talk a little more nonsense, Xuan Lie ordered, and ordered to kill.

"Yes!"

Behind the Four Demons, thousands of powerful Demon clan leaders were ordered, without hesitation, the figure swept out and killed the ghost clan team in the front Don't pay attention to other things. "

In front of the throne, the ghost king spoke, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

On the chariots, the elders of the ghost clan flew out, leading the way.

"People fight against soldiers, they will fight against each other, life and death, Prince Xuanlie, fortunately."

The ghost king walked out and first stopped Xuanlie, the third prince of the heavenly demon. His spirit was violent, and his momentum was not inferior to the latter.

"King of the Ghost Race, your choice is too stupid."

Xuan Lie sneered, turned his palm to condense the element, the magical energy was moving around, and the magic power that shook the earth and earth constantly came from all directions.

"Whether it is stupid, will come later."

From the beginning of the war, the ghost kings gathered together, and the spirits were surging like the waves of the sky, preparing to face the strongest enemy in this life.

Not far from the battle, Mu Qiansi and Yi Xuanmiao confronted Shangjialou Luo and Gandapo, Yan Luo of the Earth Mansion, and the eight demons of Tianmo for the first time.

In the last place, Ning Chen and Xuan Mo's old friends met. This time, they are no longer friends who make love to wine.

"After all, this is the day, Your Highness, please give me a move."

Thousands of words are meaningless now because of the change in position. Xuan Mo looked at the familiar face in front of him and sighed softly, holding the knife in his right hand and slowly pulled out.

"please!"

The last ritual before the death of life and death, Ning Chen's heart no longer waves, the whole body demon urges, the ghost sword starts, the killing opportunity is shown.

A moment later, the two figures flew out at the same time, and the swords confronted each other, cutting off all the sentiments of the past.

"boom!"

Around the battlefield, the eight powerful kings were at their peak, but they were shocked by the earth-shaking shock. The demonic energy, sword spirit, and ghost spirit surged in all directions. With the start of the war, the situation has been fully heated.

The eight kings battled, and the battle situation was more than a hundred miles away. A pair of cynical eyes became cold at the moment, the star marks were full of bows, and the four arrows appeared.