Marquis of Grand Xia

In heaven, the incarnation of the deity was destroyed, and the consciousness of the deity returned to the eightfold heaven.

In the eastern waters, the Seven Saints fled, and in front of them, Fan Lingyue, who was in the moonlight, walked forward, wielding a sword and beating the saint.

At the same time, to the west, Zhiming stepped forward and stopped the Seven Saints' retreat.

There are strong enemies before and chasing soldiers afterwards, and the Seven Saints are at stake.

In the sky above the sea, the destiny, where the moon is lingering one after the other, and the powerful and cold Shengwei is chilling.

After stepping on the sanctuary, the two people's breath changed, and became like the saints, completely lost the warmth of humanity.

Dadao is ruthless, especially for the saint who is the incarnation of Dadao. The difference is that the two still retain their final reason.

When the two joined forces, the swords shook the earth and produced amazing powers, even though the saints were difficult to resist.

In the void, the bridge of the avenue rises and falls, and the power of coldness and pure karma lingers. It strongly depresses the way of the saints.

The law of the avenue was suppressed, the Seven Saints fell, and the two saints fought, the two saints died in battle, and the bridge of the avenue was destroyed.

In the distance, in the fairyland, all the human respects watched the amazing battle on the eastern sea, and their expressions all condensed.

Is this the battle of the saints of the Avenue, really terrible?

One day and one night, all the Seven Saints died in the eastern waters, and the whole blood was stained with holy blood, which was terrifying.

Over the sea, the two stood in the sky, blood dripping from the sword in their hands.

During the **** battle day and night, both of them consumed a lot of power, and their looks were exhausted.

"Let's go."

After beheading the Seven Saints, Ning Chen glanced at Fan Lingyue not far away and said.

Fan Lingyue nodded and followed her.

Immortal domain, the world's esteemed people see the return of Zhiming, immediately respectfully salute.

"Have seen Xian Zun!"

"Get up."

Ning Chen said quietly, looking at the Seventh Heaven World below the fairy field, and said, "From now on, blessing the fairy field with all my strength, I need the strength of the fairy field."

"Yes!"

All the respectful leaders lead the way.

"What are you going to do?" Aside, Fan Lingyue asked.

"With the help of the fairy field, kill the gods." Ning Chen said lightly.

Fan Liyue heard the words, closed her eyes, felt the power of the fairy field, and said, "It will take at least 10,000 years, maybe 100,000 years. To counter the rules of time, you must completely separate from the big world.

"No matter how many years you wait, it's worth it," Ning Chen replied.

"I help you." Fan Lingyue calmly said.

"Thank you." Ning Fan said softly.

From this day on, in the Seventh Heaven, the fairy land rises and falls like a huge floating island floating in the void, becoming the largest thorn in the heads of the holy hearts.

All enlightened saints know that the Immortal Realm is an extremely terrible existence, and its strength has surpassed them.

Ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, Ning Chen went up to Huang Quan and down to the Nine Nethers, slaughtered all the saints on the road in hiding.

The same saints on the road, the difference in strength is very different, the most powerful is like the eight-fold gods who control the time, and the Pluto who controls the magic road is almost impossible to resist. , Except for the saints, there is no enemy.

For thousands of years, the strength of the sages of the heavens to be deterred by the esteem of the immortal realm has all concealed their breath, unwilling to touch its edge.

However, Ning Chen still finds hidden saints one by one with the help of the Scripture of Creation and kills them.

And above the sky, the saints of the sky witnessed the fall of the saints of the heavens, and did not shoot again and again.

As if by tacit understanding, Ning Chen had never been to the sky above, and seemed to have forgotten the existence of the saint in the sky.

The heavens and the heavens, the independent world, is dim and cold. The land of the Nine Nethers is now empty.

In the Nine Netherlands, there are corpses everywhere, and the owner of each corpse is extremely powerful. The most powerful person has almost half of his feet into the world of creation.

However, even with such a powerful existence, only a skeleton has been left after death, and the endless years have passed, and the spirit in the skeleton will soon be dissipated.

Ning Chen walked in it, released his consciousness, and searched for the sage of the avenue hiding in the Nine Netherlands.

"Roar!"

Deep in the Nine Serenities, low roaring bursts, the faint ghost fire emerged vaguely, making people chill.

Ning Chen flipped his left hand, the silver light rose, and the Taoist Scripture became manifest, illuminating the way forward.

After walking for some time, a huge river with a width of 100 feet appeared in front of it. In the big river, the water of the Yellow Spring flows east, and under the water, there are bones everywhere.

"Weak water."

Ning Chen looked at the big river in front of him, and his eyes narrowed. It was almost the same as the mansion. Is this the mansion on earth?

Beside the weak water, a bottomless boat was randomly buckled up on the shore, and Ning Chen stepped forward and reloaded the boat into the river.

On the weak water, the bottomless boat floated up and down, and Ning Chen walked into it, swinging the oar towards the opposite bank.

On the Baizhang River, Ning Chen spent nearly a quarter of an hour before the boat sailed to the opposite bank.

When the boat reached the shore, Ning Chen stepped off the boat and continued to walk forward.

He walked for more than a hundred miles, and in front of him, a huge stone door appeared. On the stone door, the two characters were clearly visible.

Ghost!

Ning Chen stepped forward and walked into the stone gate, rising in breath, alert.

Roar!

In the depths of the nether world, the roar sounded again, cold and terrifying, and lifeless.

In the netherworld hall, a huge bone throne stands at the top of the hall. The bone bone throne is made of the bones of thousands of wild beasts. After a long time, the breath is still chilling.

However, there is no one on the bone throne empty.

Ning Chen stepped forward, looking at the bone throne ahead, frowning slightly.

After a few moments, Ning Chen stepped down from the throne and walked towards the main hall.

After the ghost hall, a new world appeared, and even the earth turned into a **** reddish brown, which was more terrifying than the front hall.

Valleys, oil pans, corpses, terrifying surprises, chilling.

"hell."

Ning Chen looked at the huge valley in front and stared.

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Ning Chen walked to the oil pan and reached out to touch one of the pans in front of her eyes. With his right hand, he shattered it.

The scattered pieces scattered all over the sky, and Ning Chen looked at the pieces on the ground, his face showing a strange color.

Even the material of this oil pot is extraordinary. It seems that this nether land was once brilliant.

In the first hell, Ning Chen did not stay too long and continued to walk forward.

In the second hell, Ning Chen saw Daoshan. On the Daoshan, broken bones can be seen everywhere.

Then comes the third and fourth ...

Hell after hell, different horror scenes, eighteen hells in a row, each with a terrible criminal law that punishes sinners, symbolizing the majesty of the underworld.

At this time, a roar roared through the ghost, trembling the eighteenth **** world.

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