Marquis of Grand Xia

Starry sky, thirty-three leaders returned, too heaven to reproduce the world.

After a period of several years, after one after another reincarnation, after the end of the catastrophe, the world changed dramatically. Thirty-three Taoist leaders were the first to be renovated today, and now, thirty-three people merge, and the momentum is far better than in the past.

Ning Chen looked at the **** in front of him and saluted respectfully.

He repaid the grace of the past in the past.

"Knowing your destiny."

In the starry sky, the voices of the thirty-three leaders of the Daomen rang out, either sharp or vicissitudes, or soft or severe, different from each other, "I haven't seen you in tens of thousands of years, you are stronger."

"Thank you for the praise from your predecessors."

Ning Chen smiled, "Seniors are different."

The heavens nodded their heads and looked at the distance, saying, "The door is prosperous, the younger generations have their own destiny, and we are relieved."

"There's something wrong with the world. Seniors in heaven can go there," Ning Chen suggested.

"Right on my mind."

Taishang nodded his head, staring at the gray-haired man in front of him, and said, "Does Zhiminghou go with him?"

"The matter of the junior in the world is not yet over, so he will not walk with the senior." Ning Chen replied.

"So, let's take a step first."

The words fell, and Tai Guang Zhou Sheng Guanghua rose, entered the Tao with his own body, shattered the void, and left the world.

Ning Chen stared at the back of Taishang leaving, with a look of emotion.

Even 33 capitals of Daomenkui returned, and he even believed that in this era, great things will happen.

Perhaps, after this era, the world does not exist, or perhaps, the world is prosperous, ancestors flourish.

"Cheng Xue, I'm going to retreat."

Ning Chen looked at the woman next to her and whispered.

Mu Chengxue was silent. After a while, he nodded and said, "Go, I will help you take care of ghosts and butterflies."

"Thank you," Ning Chen replied.

After this day, Zhiming retreat and disappeared from the world.

In order not to expose Ning Chen's closed place, Mu Chengxue left with butterflies and ghosts, walking between the sea and the horizon.

In the eighth heaven, a pair of cold and ruthless eyes looked at the world, always waiting for the day when the power of the ghosts awakened.

In Xianyu, a strong man in the world sits in town. As more and more strong men soar up in the world, Xianyu is also becoming stronger.

As a fairyland in its own world, the rules of the avenue grow slowly, and after endless years, it is close to maturity.

This is a bet between the gods and mankind. The gods want to use the holy womb to transcend the world, and the man wants to use the power of the fairy field to kill the saints including the gods, and the world is clean.

The contest between the two big worlds, either reborn in the old big world, achieve the supreme sole master, or the new world replaces the old world, everything starts from scratch.

In the world, in an unknown small world, the figure of plain clothes and white hair sits, the breath of the whole body is constantly rising, the breath is amazing.

In the void, the three ancient and vicissitudes of the avenue bridge rise and fall, the pressure is like mountains, heavy and abnormal.

Above the bridges of the three avenues, the bridge of the fourth avenue is looming. On the stone bridge, an ancient sword with a handle is suspended.

For thousands of years, the fourth bridge of the destiny has not been solidified. It is not strong enough, but it is not allowed by the world.

The more powerful the Dao, the stronger it is suppressed by the rest of the heaven and earth. It is already a strange thing to know that he has mastered three kinds of avenues. Now, it is even more difficult to achieve a sword that does not exist on Dadao.

Time passed day by day. On the bridge of the fourth avenue, countless sword spirits were solidified and turned into bricks and tiles of ancient swords paved into the bridge of the avenue. However, the bridge of the fourth avenue was never fully formed. .

In the world, for seven thousand years, Mu Chengxue took ghosts and butterflies and walked through every ancient city in the world, experiencing all kinds of human beings.

For almost ten thousand years, Gui Gui didn't seem to grow much, but the huge power in his body became clearer.

Mu Chengxue's face sometimes shows a worried look. She knows that this power in Guigui is too unusual.

Today, she is not sure that she can help Guigui suppress this force.

Xianyu, a masterpiece of Thunder. After seven thousand years, the law of Xianyu Avenue became more and more perfect, and gradually separated from the big world.

In Fairy Field, Fan Lingyue, standing in a light blue dress, stood still, watching the growth of Fairy Field.

"Have you noticed the powerful force on earth?" The woman often said, condensing her voice.

"Well, it's a ghost." Fan Lingyue nodded.

"This force is terrible."

The woman often looked serious, "If you awaken, even the heavenly saints will be afraid."

"The **** in the Eightfold Heaven must have felt this power already. The reason why he hasn't shot, there can only be one reason."

Fan Lingyue calmly said, "The gods are waiting for the awakening of the power of ghosts and ghosts."

"It's really worrying that the fatalities have not returned."

The female often sighed softly and said, "Without the help of the fairy field, he can't beat the gods of the Eightfold Heavens."

"It's no use returning."

Fan Lingyue calmly said, "As long as one day can't completely leave the big world, it will be affected by the rules of time, and even if you know your life, you won't win."

The female often looked at the sky of Thunder's masterpiece and stared at her, "Xianyu, it will take some time, I hope it will be too late."

Time, what they lack most is time.

In the world, in an ancient city, the butterfly said goodbye to Mu Chengxue, left alone, looking for a chance to break through the bottleneck of martial arts.

Mu Chengxue and Gui Gui looked at the butterfly's back, and they were all reluctant.

"Ghost, let's go."

After a long time, Mu Chengxue led the ghosts away and disappeared at the end of the ancient city.

Time, fingertips are three thousand years.

Immortal domain, thunder and rushing, immortal domain gradually separated from the big world, success is imminent.

In Immortal Realm, everyone who listens to the moon has a feeling, and looks unhappy.

Not good.

That's too late!

In the eighth heaven, the **** suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the world.

In the world, the ghosts are all around, Jinguang Dasheng, Mu Chengxue shook aside, a terrifying breath rushed for nine days.

In the eighth heaven, the gods stepped out and left for the world.

Suddenly, in the eighth heaven, the wind and the clouds rolled, and a majestic figure descended from the sky, with a cold face and no smile.

"Below, too heavenly."

Tai Shangtian opened his mouth, and thirty-three different voices echoed, shaking earth and earth.

"Humans, alone with you, can't stop the gods." The **** said lightly.

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After Taishangtian, thirty-three figures appeared. After an instant, they condensed into one again. Thirty-three princes, representing thirty-three different ways, were astonishing.

"Stupid."

The gods turned their hands, and the majestic endless power swung open, striking the humans ahead.

"Gentleman's wind."

In Taishangtian's hands, Taishi sword came out, and Taomen's famous tricks reappeared.

boom!

Humans, the first move of the gods confrontation, Tai Shangtian stepped back half a step, and fell a little bit.

At this time, from afar, a pretty figure stepped forward, the delicate and clear sword heart, so dazzling.

After a lapse of 10,000 years, Ah Man reappeared, personally blocking the gods.