Marquis of Grand Xia

At the beginning of the forbidden area, the battle situation entered a white heat, and the path was created for the ninth son of Jue Mo.

After a short period of silence, the sky above the Nether Temple burst into a void, an unspeakable force erupted, and the world shook.

In an instant, everyone's expressions changed, and they looked at the sky above.

"This is the fourth realm?"

Lin Xiaohan, the head of the Kirin Pavilion, rolled in the heart and shocked.

"Not like"

Ji Yuechu's expression sank and said, "But it's almost the same, there is still such a strong man in the Nether Palace"

"What should I do, withdraw?"

Bu Tiange Wu Kui Qi Wenzhu looked at the sky with more terrifying breath and said.

"I'm afraid it's too late"

Ji Yuechu's expression slightly condensed, said, "Now retreat, die faster, this seat blocks him, you have a quick battle"

Having finished speaking, Ji Yue stepped in the beginning, and flew towards the Nether Palace.

"You can't go"

Mo Luotian's figure flashed over, trying to stop the journey of Ji Family's Lord.

Qi Wenzhu narrowed his eyes, and the folding fan flew out in his hand, first blocking the person in front of him.

"Qi Wenzhu, don't think you have the name of Wu Kui, you really are the leader of Wu Zhong. In front of this seat, you, Wu Que, are not worth mentioning." Mo Luotian looked at the person before him and mocked.

"The prestige of the main hall is well known in the world, but I have also heard that the main hall was defeated by a swordsman a hundred years ago. It can be seen that the main hall is not really invincible," Qi Wenzhu said lightly.

"court death!"

Being pricked at the painful spot, Mo Luotian's face was cold, and he lifted his hand and the black mist rolled into a black dragon swallowing forward.

Qi Wenzhu's footsteps turned, his figure was strange and unchanging, his steps were instantaneous, and his whereabouts were unpredictable.

Not far away, Lin Xiaohan, the head of the Qilin Pavilion, also met a strong enemy.

Outside of the center of the battle situation, the Jijia family and the two pavilions' real-world combat power were against the many **** strongmen in the Shang Ming Temple.

The most striking sky above the Nether Palace, the heavy and heterogeneous coercion in the cracked space giant, the Nine Nine Patriarchs recovered, step by step out of the secret realm.

The skinny old man in an ancient costume looks extremely old, at least for thousands of years. However, the strong breath of the old man's body fluctuates, but it surpasses everyone present.

The ancient existence beyond the pinnacle of the real world, infinitely close to the fourth realm, was born today and shocked everyone.

"Why wake me up?"

The eyes of the ten ancestors of the Nether Palace swept across the battlefield and immediately looked at the master of the Netherworld, the center of the Great War, and said lightly.

"The existence of a son is very likely to threaten the Nether Palace in the future, and also ask the ten ancestors to remove it"

Mo Luotian slammed the war and said.

"Who?" Said the ten ancestors of the Nether Temple coldly.

"The current sword is on the pole, the ninth son of Momen," Mo Luotian glanced at him and directed it.

"Prepare two real-world blood foods" said the ten ancestors of the Nether Temple indifferently.

"Yes"

Mo Luotian respectfully said.

After the explanation, the eyes of the ten ancestors of the Nether Palace looked back, and looked at the middle-aged man who was in front of them. They said lightly, "Give up, otherwise, die!"

Ji Yuechu's expression flashed through the dignified look, and said, "Sorry, if you want to pass, defeat this seat first"

"The truth is at its peak, a good cultivation practice, it's a pity to kill, just use you to refine the corpse god"

As the words fell, the figure of the Nine Patriarchs of the Nether Palace flashed, and the power of a powerful and powerful law haunted the whole body.

Ji Yue stared at the beginning, the body was surrounded by different light, and the unused martial arts realm was urged. Suddenly, the stars were shining and the light fell on the world.

"The Scroll of God, God Dance God"

God rolled out, the world moved, Ji Yuechu's breath climbed rapidly, and he resisted the power from the sky.

Extreme collision, the sky above the nave, the space collapsed, and the endless void continued to spread, devouring everything around.

In the aftermath, Ji Yue stepped back half a step, and the body's vitality was surging, but it was blocking the trick of the old monster in front of him.

"Roll of God? You are a member of the Spiritual Void Ji Family" The Tenth Patriarch of the Nether Temple looked at the gradually restored space around him, and looked cold.

"The master of the contemporary Ji family, Ji Yuechu, has seen the Ten Patriarchs of the Nether Palace," Ji Yuechu said calmly.

"Sir Lord Ji, huh"

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace smiled coldly and said, "As a holy lord, we will personally attack and attack the Netherworld Palace. It seems that my juniors have done something maddening, and it really meets the purpose of the Netherworld Palace."

"So, this seat is here today, just to discuss a fairness" Ji Yuechu said lightly.

"justice?"

The ten ancestors of the Nether Temple looked even colder, and said, "It ’s ridiculous to talk about justice with my Nether Temple. Lord Ji ’s family, today ’s old man ’s goal is not you, let it go, otherwise do n’t blame the old man for mercy.

"Not allowed"

Ji Yuechu shook his head and said, "The person you are going to kill is a friend of the little girl, and this person is invited from this seat. You must not have an accident here. This seat does not want the little girl to hate me for a lifetime."

"Then go to **** first"

In the eyes of the tenth ancestor of the Nether Temple, the murderous flash flashed, stomping under one foot, stepping on the void of a hundred miles with one foot, the figure swept out, and the breath of death exploded.

At the beginning of Ji Yue's luck, the blood of a **** burned sharply, and the whole body space was twisted, and there was no match for divine power.

When the palms are handed over, the sound of the collision of the tremendous power sounds. Between them, a huge black hole appears, and the laws and spaces are all broken into nothingness, shocking the world.

Ji Yuechu took another two steps back, a drop of blood at the corner of his mouth slipped, and he was injured for the first time.

Seeing the existence of the fourth realm, the laws are integrated into one body. The extraordinary power can contend with the blood of the gods, and the priest Ji Ji who is equipped with the scroll of the gods has fallen into the disadvantage.

"Say it again, let go," said the tenth ancestor of the Nether Temple in a deep voice.

"Not allowed"

Ji Yuechu was still indifferent and refused to let in.

"act recklessly"

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace grew colder, moving, the wind screamed, and their true qi condensed into substantive and terrible coercion.

Immediately before the killing move, Ji Yuechu's body and blood were burning wildly, urging a real element, and the **** volume was opened again, blocking the close-up killing move.

At this moment, heaven and earth suddenly stagnate, and countless sword lights criss-cross, coming across the void, in an instant, blocking Ji Yue's early body.

At the next moment, the rumbling vibration sounded, and thousands of sword lights blocked the murderous move of the Nine Temple's ten ancestors. Yu Wei stunned and shocked everyone here.

"Senior Lord, you have blocked two tricks for the juniors, enough, let me do the rest,"

Ning Chen came and looked at the old man in front of him, calmly said.

"You are the ninth son of Momen? Yes, the old man finally understands why Mo Luotian can't wait to kill you so much," said the ninth ancestor coldly.

"Senior Senior Lifts"

Ning Chen responded politely, and his eyes swept across the Emperor Mingtian who was chasing behind, and said, "Holy Lord, that person will ask you to deal with it. If I am not wrong, the blood power of Girl Ji is very likely. Hide on him "

At the beginning of Ji Yue's words, his expression was startled, and he immediately appeared worried, and said, "Can you stop him?"

Ning Chen did not talk nonsense and responded lightly, "Can't stop it!"

"Okay, hold on for a while, and come back to help you when the seat is resolved."

Ji Yue returned the sentence at the beginning, and the figure flashed over, preventing Emperor Mingtian from approaching behind.

"At this age, there is such strength and courage, which is really extraordinary. Unfortunately, the old man's favorite thing is to kill the genius."

The Nine Patriarchs sneered with a sneer and stepped out, the body's yin qi continuously integrated into the body, the rules were staggered, forming a chain of black chains.

"I'm not a genius. I'm just a person who can't die. Heaven can't take me, neither can you."

Ning Chen waved his hand, Zhu Xian appeared, the sword roared fiercely, and he was shocked.

"Zhu Xian Jian"

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace looked slightly condensed, but they were not too surprised. A broken fairy sword did not pose much threat to him.

"Sword Technique, Return to True"

With a lightly written voice, an unsurprising sword, Ning Chen crossed Zhu Xian's hand, and a sword light burst out of the air, reaching the former's heart.

"Abolition"

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace turned their palms to block the sword, and with a loud bang, the sword light dissipated and disappeared.

"Sword Technique, Extreme Sky"

After a sword, a sword came out again, the power was not surprising, the sword qi filled the air, and then reached the former chest.

The nun ancestor of the Nether Palace frowned lightly, raised his hand to shatter his sword qi, and looked at the person in front of him, no longer procrastinating, his figure flashed over, and he turned his palm to pat the forward.

Ning Chen's expression was inconvenient, his steps turned, his figure disappeared, avoiding the former's vigorous palm strength.

"Swordsmanship, dragonflies change"

With a sword slashed, the Dragon and Suzaku roared out of the way, grabbing the back of the former.

The eyes of the ten ancestors of the Nether Temple sink, turning back to Ning Yuan, shattering two sword qi with one palm.

This man is in trouble!

Without thinking, the red clothing came in an instant, and the red light on the Fengming sword flourished, and the sword fell off, and the figure disappeared again.

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace shattered their sword qi again, their look was cold and abnormal, and the world was extremely fast. No wonder Mo Luotian wanted to kill this person, but he was still alive.

Mastering the pole and speed, this son is not weaker than the Ji Family Lord, even more troublesome.

"Do you want to escape like this?"

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace looked at the indistinct young man in front of them, and said ironically.

"Senior cultivation is unparalleled in the world, of course, the younger generation dare not touch it hard"

Ning Chen responded with another sword.

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace exploded in real energy, distracted the sword, and sneered, "How long do you think you can escape, ten moves, or one hundred moves?"

"Not so much!"

Ning Chen once again waved Zhuxian ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ling Xian's sword qi broke into the air, and his power doubled.

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace had a dull complexion, their palms turned into luck, and their sword energy was blocked.

"you!"

"Did Mo Luotian tell you that the years are in my hands, senior, what do you think you are missing most now?" Ning Chen stopped his body and said lightly.

"not good"

The ten ancestors of the Nether Palace heard their words, and their face suddenly changed. However, it was too late, but when they saw the place where Jianguang had just crossed in the surrounding world, Huang Quan was banned, and the years flowed. Shou Yuan has long dried up.

"Xiu Weiqiang does not mean everything. Senior, your weakness is too obvious. Above Huang Quan, go all the way!"

The words fell, Ning Chen stepped in, stepped into the air, Feng Ming swung in his hand, a deadly sword, came out of the air.