Marquis of Grand Xia

Netherworld, the destiny battle Lord of the Netherworld, the amazing battle, the eighteenth **** of the fight must go back.

Mingming, the master in charge of the Netherworld, has a terrifying battle power, which has surpassed the ordinary saints and reached the level of the saints of the heavens and the eighth heavenly god.

In the midst of heaven, after the Ningchen war situation fell into disfavor, outside the ghost world, a parade of celestial corpses hurriedly rushed into the ghost hell.

In the fairy chair, Yan Jun rushed out of the land, a bright red wedding dress was dazzling red, and Yan Emperor in his hand bloomed a dazzling purple brilliance, and waved his sword to the Lord of the Nether World.

"My dearest sister, how can your sword edge point to your sister."

Mingming and fingered Yan Emperor's Excalibur, looking at the woman in red in front, smiling.

As soon as he heard it, Sheng Yuan surrounded him, and he retreated to Yan Jun, his former homeland.

In the rear, Ning Chen saw it, his expression sinking, and the four swords were in full swing.

The earth-shattering power, the sword shook nine days and ten earths, in the battle situation, the figure of Su Yi white hair passed by, and the four swords flowed in parallel, slammed into the Lord of Nether.

Everywhere in the world, the sacred Yuan swayed sharply and could not bear the power of the four swords.

A tremendous shock, Sheng Yuan collapsed, Ming Ming stepped back half a step, red lips, a drop of blood dripped silently.

Since the war, the Lord of the Netherworld was first hit. Although it is not serious, it makes people see the hope of rebelling against God.

"Retreat!"

With a cold drink, Mingming raised his hand and flew out the fate in front of him directly with a palm.

"Sovereign of Fairy Realm, and my dearest sister, you make me really angry."

The words fell, and the body of Ming Ming slowly rose into the air. Suddenly, in the ghost world, the ghost spirit was vigorously gathered from all directions.

"Go away!"

Seeing this, Yan Jun of the local government changed his face under the scarlet red head, and immediately swept his body in front of Zhiming's body, and looked back to shake the latter out of the battle.

boom!

At this time, in the battle situation, the Lord of Nether shot, destroying the palm of the world, and directly shot it.

Avoiding the inevitable, blocking the unstoppable, the figure of Yan Jun, who bears the palm of the nether Lord in front, flew out and smashed onto the ground.

In the air, the scarlet hijab fluttered, stained with blood, and dazzled abnormally.

Outside the battle, Ning Chen saw the face of Yan Jun, the land mansion, and Gu Bo's endless heart shivered fiercely.

Ghost girl!

Even though there has been speculation for a long time, however, after seeing it with my own eyes, I still can't keep calm.

"Ghost girl!"

Ning Chen passed the figure, came to the ghost girl, lifted it up, heartache said, "It's really you!"

Ruthless years have changed everything. At the beginning, she was a weak young man, and she appeared in his life.

"Go away!"

The ghost girl said weakly, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, dyeing her wedding dress over and over again.

"For a ruthless man, sacrificed time and time again, is my stupid sister worth it?"

Stepping forward step by step, the expression looked cold.

"never mind."

In front of the ghost girl, Ning Chen reached out and held the woman's face in front of her, with a very gentle look, and said, "This time, I won't let you leave again."

Whispering softly, gentle like water, Ning Chen, who had almost forgotten the emotions of the world, his face was full of tenderness and fullness.

Devil qi, surging and surging, like a stormy wave, like a huge wave, a heavy and cold breath surging, the devil knows the destiny, but the expression is more gentle.

Suddenly, in the void, a huge bridge of avenues manifested, quickly solidifying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Devil's Dao, a avenue known for killing and ruthlessness, is now enlightened in love.

Ning Chen got up, raised his sword, without a word, the figure swept out instantly.

boom!

Shocked by the sky, the chaos between Yin and Yang, the ghost world, the ghost and devil violent impact, the whole ghost world collapsed.

The ghost world collapsed, the power of terror spread, and all three of them were flew out.

"court death!"

In nothingness, Mingming's expression dimmed, ghost spirit condensed, refused to know his destiny ahead.

Ning Chen stepped forward to stop the retreat, the figure passed by, the flames of the body surged, ten times offensive, condensed in a punch.

boom!

The confrontation again, in nothingness, the terrifying air surges, destroying the two of them.

Close at hand, Ning Chen raised his hand and clasped Ming Ming's left shoulder, a flame of magic spreading wildly, wanting to burn the Lord of the Nether in front of him.

The magic flame burned, and the ghostly clothes sullenly destroyed, and a large piece of fair skin was exposed, with dazzling abnormalities.

Regardless of cultivation behavior and identity, the Lord of Nether, regardless of face or temperament, is an absolute beauty. However, Ningming himself does not care, and Ning Chen even ignores it.

Close combat, extremely dangerous, in the face of the fight of the Lord of the Immortal Realm in front of him, Mingming is also not weak, and his palms are bombarded on the former.

Cultivated as the most sage state, the battle between the two has returned to the most primitive physical combat of human beings. It looks ordinary and uncommon, but it is more dangerous.

Ning Chen's left shoulder was pierced by Ning Chen's fist, blood was flowing, and his skin was red and white.

In the same way, Ning Chen's right rib was also made a gap by the palm of the nether Lord. The bones appeared, which was terrifying.

It's just that both of them are physically strong and abnormal, and even the most serious injuries will quickly recover.

After several battles, almost all the clothes on Ming Ming have been burned, maybe it is the instinct of women. During the war, Ming Ming always intentionally or unintentionally blocked some privacy ~ parts.

It is for this reason that his shots were restricted, and he suffered severe injuries several times.

In the tragic and somewhat ridiculous battle, neither of them left their hands, the only purpose was to kill the other.

The two fought from the nether world to nothingness ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and from the nothingness to the strange little world, for three days and three nights, the two didn't know how many small worlds were destroyed, and their injuries were getting worse Even though the saint ’s body could not be repaired in time.

Ten days later, the bodies of the two were almost destroyed. Due to the extremely heavy physical damage, the cultivation of the two is already difficult to perform. If it is not the subtle horror of horror, the two are no different from mortals.

In an unknown small world, the two bodies fell from the sky and fell into the valley.

In the valley, the pink powder filled the air, and a figure with a beautiful face and an indistinct figure of yin and yang stepped forward, looking at the two people who fell into the valley, a smile appeared at the corner of their mouths.

Cang Tian treated him not badly, but actually sent two saints to let him fulfill his dream.

At the next moment, in the valley, the pink powder breathed out, blocking all spring.

In the pinkish breath, two red and naked bodies are tangled up, and the body temperature rises sharply.

The spring light is infinite, but it is covered by the sky of red powder. From the outside, nothing can be seen.

I don't know how long it has passed, the valley is quiet, and there is no more sound.

Half a day later, an extremely terrifying anger broke out suddenly in the quiet valley, even though the saint was completely disoriented.