Marquis of Grand Xia

Outside of the world, different small worlds, successive wars, Ningchen who has been fighting abroad for many years, has not returned to the fairyland for nearly a thousand years.

I do n’t know if it ’s ashamed or something in my heart. Ning Chen annihilated the small world created by one saint after another, and never returned to heaven.

For thousands of years, the ghost girl who had hit the coma has not yet woken up.

Although the strength of the Lord of the Earth was extraordinary, however, after all, he did not enter the world of creation, and he faced the palm of the Dao Saint with all his strength, and the flesh was almost collapsed.

For thousands of years, Ning Chenye used the power of his own avenue to keep the flesh for the ghost girl and waited for the day he woke up.

In the depths of the ruined ghost world, the ghost spirit is getting stronger and stronger. In the ghost atmosphere, a beautiful shadow sits, and the beautiful face is getting paler.

For thousands of years, in the womb, the holy tire has grown up, and it is almost time to be born.

At the same time, with the imminent birth of the fetus, Mingming's body is getting weaker and weaker.

Outside the nether world, a yin and yang indistinct figure stood still, with a look of anticipation.

Finally waited for this day.

Holy tire, this will be the most powerful existence since the beginning.

In the Nether World, the sound of pain comes out, even though the Sage-level Nether Lord has to endure endless pain at the moment of gestating life, it is difficult to avoid.

He gritted his teeth and endured this seemingly endless pain, and the hatred in his heart quickly rose.

She wanted to slap that man.

"what!"

Time flies, and another hundred years have passed. Suddenly, in the deep world of the nether world, a very painful muffled voice came out, which made people feel terrified.

A moment of silence, and immediately, a loud cry came out, accompanied by a powerful divine power, spreading all over the world.

"this is?"

All parties in the big world, a saint on the road felt, looked at the direction of the ghost world, his face was shocked.

What an amazing power.

At the same time, in the small world created by a Dao saint, Ning Chen, who was fighting, felt this breath and shuddered involuntarily.

This familiar feeling, why?

Outside the ghost world, Yin Feihua showed a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, and stepped into the ghost world.

In the depths of the nether world, the body of the netherworld that gave birth to the holy child was extremely weak, and it was very difficult to stand up.

At this time, the sky was filled with red powder, and Yin Feihua broke into the nether world and shot to seize the holy fetus.

"presumptuous!"

There is a sense of sorrow, and the face of the extremely weak shows anger, barely mentioning the yuan, and hardly blocking the saint on the avenue of lust.

"Dark Lord, during your heyday, I may still be afraid of you by three points, but, now you, there is no threat."

Yin Fei took a palm and directly retreated the main shock of the Nether in front of him, stepped forward to hug the holy tire, and turned away.

"puff!"

Ten feet away, he staggered and stopped, and a spit of blood spewed out, wounding and wounding.

"child!"

Mingming strongly endured the injury and immediately caught up.

However, just before the birth of the holy fetus, no matter whether it is blood or cultivation, it has been seriously consumed. Just chasing out of the nether world, you can no longer see the trace of the **** lord.

"child!"

There was a panic and panic in my eyes, and the mother's nature, even the sage, was unavoidable. The child was lost and the heart was completely panicked.

In the endless time and space, Ning Chen and the master of the small world are fighting, and the inexplicable irritability flashed in his heart.

In the small world, the sage took a deep breath, and escaped from death, sweating coldly.

A hundred days later, before the Nether World, Ning Chen glanced to him, gazing at the Nether World that collapsed ahead, weighing for a long time, and flew into it.

That breath came from here, and he wanted to see what happened.

The nether world, devastated everywhere, the world that has been scrapped, has been completely destroyed.

Ning Chen searched the nether world, but did not find any breath, even the nether Lord has disappeared.

Ning Chen stood in the nether world and waited for ten days, but never waited for the appearance of the nether Lord.

As a last resort, Ning Chen can only leave.

The starry sky, the chaos of time and space, a blood-stained medley traverses time and space, not far away to chase down the sage of lust.

After one battle after another, Ming Ming's injuries are getting heavier and he has no time to recover.

Mengming didn't dare to stop, for fear that after stopping, he would never find the trace of the sage of lust.

Like the induction between mother and child, every time the sage of **** desires to get rid of the pursuit of the Lord of Nether, the Lord of Nether appears in front of him soon.

After successive battles, the sage of **** clearly felt that the cultivation of the Nether Lord gradually recovered, and his strength became stronger.

"It's really a ghost!"

The **** saint looked at the figure hurried to the distant place, thought about it, changed direction, and rushed towards the eighth heaven.

He chased me, felt the breath of the road between heaven and earth, looked at the sky, and chased it up again.

On the eighth celestial day, the world where the **** who controls time sits, the law of time flows, the rays of light cover the eyes, and the sacred is extraordinary.

The sage of **** plundered into the eighth heaven, and soon after, he also followed.

"Dark Lord, you are out of bounds."

However, at this moment, between heaven and earth, a majestic voice sounded, directly blocking Mingming from the eighth heaven.

"God, do you want to cover the **** master!"

Mingming looked at the world ahead and said in a deep voice.

"The matter in this seat, please don't bother me."

The **** of the eighth heaven spoke and responded.

Mingming heard words, his face sank, and his body was filled with ghostly energy, and he ran directly towards the world ahead.

In the eighth heavy day, the **** raised his hand, the law of time permeated, and suddenly blocked the offensive of the Lord of Netherworld.

As the strongest among the saints, the eighth heaven's **** strength was originally above the Ming. Now, the latter is seriously injured, and the gap between the two becomes even greater.

Ten springs, summers, autumns and winters, the two kept fighting, and every time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ ended with a terrible defeat. Without being able to break into the eighth heaven, there was no chance to retake their children.

The last battle, the **** almost broke through the mind of the soul, if the body of the sage is immortal, this battle, the Lord of Nether will be removed from the world.

In the end, Mengming dragged away and left to find other ways.

On the seventh heavy day, after more than a thousand years, Ning Chen returned to the fairyland for the first time, fighting for thousands of years and bathing in blood.

Ning Chen returned, did not disturb too many people, dragged his tired body into the fairy palace to recover the wounded body.

"How did you come back?" Lime stepped forward and asked softly.

"It's in trouble."

Ning Chen closed his eyes and said tiredly.

The voice fell, and above the Immortal Realm, the figure of Mingming appeared out of thin air. Without a word, he slapped directly towards the Immortal Hall below.

In the immortal palace, Ning Chen felt, his eyes suddenly opened.

At the next moment, above the Immortal Hall, a figure of plain clothes appeared, and raised his hand to block the palm of the Nether Lord.

"Follow me to save the ghost immediately!"

Looking at the man in front of him, he could not hide his hatred.