Marquis of Grand Xia

As time passed, Prince Yan stood in the stone room, motionless, waiting for the moment of dawn.

Ahead, the ghost girl is in a critical stage of cultivation, her spiritual consciousness is closed, and she knows nothing about the outside world.

Prince Yan is a calm person and will not be impulsive easily, so she decided to wait until dawn.

He knew very well that if Ning Chen had n’t appeared before dawn, he would never be able to come back again.

Outside the prefecture, the ghost car was rowing across the sky and hurried back.

There are too many things that need to be accounted for today, which delays a lot of time, and I hope it will be too late.

The sky outside is getting darker and darker. This is the last darkness before dawn and the darkest hour of the night.

The ghost car galloped across the black glory in the north of Daxia, and it was fleeting and indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Just ten miles away from the foggy forest, the ghost sky changed quietly, the thunder appeared, the flames burned into the sky, and a terrible image of world destruction was formed.

"Uh"

In the ghost chair, Ning Chen ignited flames all over his body, and the feeling of pain in the bone marrow struck again.

A moment later, the ghost chair rushed into the mansion, and the thunder dispersed above the sky, and the flame of the sky burning disappeared, and calm was restored.

Among the capitals, Ning Chen turned the scroll of life, and the frost blooms violently, quickly pressing down the flames around him.

For a brief moment, but once again experienced the transition of life and death, Ning Chen panted heavily, throbbing in his heart.

Fortunately, it was barely hurried back.

Deep in the mansion, Prince Yan, who had waited until the last moment, released his hand on the cradle. At the next moment, the green and red double swords flew out automatically, marking two bright streams.

Qinghong is desperate, and the ghost girl is in danger. At this moment, Prince Yan's feet move, stopping Qinghong's double swords, waving them, and sending them back to the sword rack.

At the mouth of the mansion, Prince Yan came and looked at Ning Chen in a wheelchair. He asked nothing, but said quietly, "You are injured, don't want to run around"

Seeing the senior, Ning Chen felt a lot lighter and took a breath, saying, "Some things have already been done."

Prince Yan nodded slightly and said, "Go to the academy with me tonight"

Ning Chen was puzzled and asked, "Why do you go to the academy?"

"You will know by then," Prince Yan replied.

Ning Chen nodded, seemingly incomprehensible, and did not ask any more.

"Come with me" Prince Yan turned around and walked forward.

Ning Chen kept up and walked quietly behind him.

When the ghost girl retreats, the two walk in. Ning Chen thinks for a moment and then understands what's going on. The cold sweat behind him came down.

Fortunately, he came back in time. Otherwise, even if the ghost girl could save her life, she would certainly be forcibly interrupted to practice and get into trouble.

"This love, you come back!" Prince Yan said lightly.

Ning Chen stunned and smiled bitterly, "Senior, this is not the case, you can't blame me for it"

"The juniors pay the debts of the seniors, it is justified," Prince Yan said calmly.

"..." Ning Chen was speechless. Is there another way to say this?

The two walked out of the stone room, and Prince Yan pulled out the Zhige sword, inserted it in front of the stone room, and immediately left Ning Chen with this place.

A sword is more than a million ban, as long as it is not a congenital of the three disasters, if you want to break through, you always have to pay some price.

Prince Yan is a reasonable person. He ruined the prohibition within ten miles and returned her a sword.

"When she gets out of the border, you come over to get the sword and return the king," Prince Yan said.

"En" Ning Chen should be down.

At this moment, Ning Chen seemed to have thought of something, and asked, "Senior, there is a sword in the mansion. Do you want to see it?"

Prince Yan thought for a while and said, "Lead the way"

Ning Chen turned the wheelchair, walked in front, and walked towards the hall of Netherworld Mansion.

On the shore of the weak water, the bottomless boat, the two rode across the weak water and immediately walked into the hall.

In the empty and majestic hall, the **** demon knife and the purple gold sword on the sinking and floating stone platform exude strong coercion.

Ning Chen voluntarily pouted, if he says he is not jealous, it must be deceiving, but it is not his, and his eyes are useless.

Contented people are always happy. For this kind of thing, it's enough to be jealous.

Prince Yan stepped forward, reaching for the Excalibur. Suddenly, the swords were mingled together, and the dazzling light sublimated sharply against the comers.

However, before the suppression of absolute strength, the resistance of the sword had no effect, and only the hand of Prince Yan could be allowed to pass through the layers of prohibition and touch the sword body.

"Good sword" Prince Yan withdrew his hand and commented.

"Can't you take it?" Ning Chen was surprised.

"Take it away, but it doesn't want to follow me," Prince Yan said calmly.

Ning Chen was helpless, well, when he asked nothing.

He forgot that his predecessor was someone who could understand Jianxi, which he would probably not be able to do for another hundred years.

Half an hour later, the two returned to the other side of the weak water, and at night, they left the mansion together and rushed directly towards the academy.

In the academy, the Confucius waited outside the hut, looking at Prince Yan walking in front, nodding his head.

Prince Yan also looked at the old man in front of him. This was the first time he saw the Confucius deity. It was different from the previous incarnation.

Now it seems that Confucius is the first person in the world.

"Get started," the Master said.

"Yep"

Prince Yan responded, spreading his right hand, a drop of abnormal red blood flew out, and there was only one drop in the floating and empty void, but it seemed to have endless vitality.

Ning Chen didn't understand what was going on, and was confused in a wheelchair.

Confucius raised his finger, and suddenly, the wind and the clouds rolled, and the vast and magnificent gas gathered from all directions, injected into the blood of the phoenix, and quickly resolved the violent and fierce breath inside.

At the same time, Prince Yan came to Ning Chen, tapping his sword lightly, and sending a source of innate innocence into the body, completely eliminating the toxicity of Huang Quanhua.

Ning Chen's body was decaying quickly, but also by Huang Quan's toxicity, his legs regained consciousness.

"Uh"

The sound of pain sounded, and the poison of Huang Quan quickly drove into spiritual consciousness and carried out the final corpse.

At this moment, Confucius led the blood of the phoenix purified by the aura of nobleness, and fell into the eyebrows of the former, protecting the spiritual consciousness.

The poison of Huang Quan, who was forced into spiritual consciousness, was quickly burned away by the hot blood of the Phoenix and could not enter.

Master and Prince Yan closed their hands and stood aside, waiting for Ning Chen to wake up.

"He's a body that has not been saved, so he can only protect his spiritual consciousness, and wait to see if he can make a turn for the better," the Master said calmly.

"It can only be so," Prince Yan nodded.

Five organs and six organs were completely burned, which is irreversible damage. In the world, I have not heard of any magic medicine that can regenerate mortal organs.

Of course, if you step into the congenital, you have to deal with it differently.

The difference between mortal and celestial beings is much larger than imagined, not only the difference in strength, but also the transformation of other aspects. It is congenital and inherent, and there is a difference of one day. Only those who really step in can understand.

"The evil source in his body is a curse or a blessing, or it is better to take it out as soon as possible," the Master reminded.

"The two juniors should be mischievous, and he should be bitter," said Prince Yan.

It's not a corpse, and it's no good to seize the source of ill-health. He believes that the ghost girl is not intentional. These two people are purely ill and go to the doctor in a hurry.

Between the world, all kinds of special systems are unique. If they can be changed by a single source, that special system is too valuable.

After two hours, Ning Chen woke up and stared blankly at the two people in front of him.

"Teacher, I will take him to fetch some things and say goodbye first," said Prince Yan with a fist clenched.

"En" Master nodded, didn't stay too much.

Ning Chen was taken away by Prince Yan, and instead of returning to the mansion, he came to the two graves.

Now the two graves have become the forbidden area of ​​the southeast generation. No one dares to enter. Both the Yin and Yang tombs have monsters released, even in the life of life and death conversion, they can not enter.

Along the way, Ning Chen finally knew his current situation. To put it simply, he had the phoenix blood to protect the spirit. He no longer had to worry about becoming a living dead person.

However, this body is basically impossible to cure.

Prince Yan did not say anything about Ningyuan, and he made up his mind to let Ning Chen suffer a bit and increase his memory.

The two came outside the Yin-Yang double graves. Prince Yan glanced at the two big graves and said at random, "pick one"

Ning Chen is speechless and domineering!

The predecessor said that the medicine king is useful to him, but one strain is not enough.

After so many days have passed, he has long been unclear which of the two graves is the main birth and which one is dead, but, it seems that the senior does not care.

"Yin Tomb"

Ning Chen still chose Yin Tomb. He felt that since the scrolls of heaven were placed in it, there must be something even worse after the two remaining gates.

Prince Yan did not say much. When he walked to the entrance of the Yin Tomb, he slashed through the sky with a sword, and walked through it step by step.

Today's Yin grave has changed a lot. There are shadows everywhere. Every few steps will trigger a blockade of the film. The yin is filled and the forest is dead.

No need to ask, he obviously chose the wrong place.

Fortunately, he followed Prince Yan.

The blue and red double swords flew in the air, like two dark rainbow lights, cutting through the obstacles, quickly clearing the obstacles in front, no matter whether the spirit or the prohibition could stop half of the points.

Ning Chen walked behind with a sword rack, looking straight, cow.

He didn't know how many times he watched such a scene ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But again, it was shocking to see again.

When he and the ghost girl came, they suffered a lot from these yin spirits, not to mention, there are still layers of prohibition and vaginal resistance.

After a while, four headless knights appeared, blocking the front.

However, at this moment their enemies are not Ning Chen and ghost girls, but the contemporary legend of Daxia.

The blue and red crossed, and the four headless knights could still make a move in the future, so they were split into two halves by the two rainbow lights and slammed down.

Ning Chen's eyelids jumped, and he was shocked and speechless.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two had come to the two unopened gates.

Prince Yan glanced at the two doors in front of him. With a hand in his hand, the green sword started. Immediately, a sword cut into one of the gates.

In the loud noise, the gate was broken, and in the dust of the sky, a waterfall mirror traversed through the ages, illuminating the two.