Supreme Immortal Demon

The vast Yinchuan River, the vast desolate country.

There are black clouds all over the sky, white bones on the ground, and at the end of the dark bloody journey, there is a huge statue of ghosts and gods that is looming like mist and clouds. It is not solid, with a figure of 100,000 feet tall standing at the end of the vast Yinchuan Wasteland, motionless, but there is billowing gray Yin Qi in its ears, mouth, eyes and nose, as if the entire Yinchuan Wasteland has been swallowed by it. Breathing out, it continuously builds into a huge underground world.

This is a huge world. Although it is withered and decadent, tens of thousands of fellow cultivators still gather together.

Among the Yinhuang monks sitting cross-legged on the bloody road in the desolate country, the youngest ones are thousands of years old, and there are many who live more than 10,000 years.

In order to pursue their own path, they isolated themselves from the world, kept their names anonymous, and hid underground.

As the path of Yinhuang gradually declined, their source of power also became fragile, unstable, and crumbling. The statue of Huangdi in the distance, which represents the lineage of Yinhuang, is the best proof.

No one knows when the statue of the God of Desolate Emperor will disappear. It may be ten years later, or it may be ten days later.

More and more Yinhuang monks gathered from all directions, waiting in front of the Blood Path of the Desolate Kingdom and the statue of the Desolate Emperor, waiting for the moment when the statue collapsed.

"That's the guy, he's here."

"Haha, it turns out it's him, he's just like the one in the legend.

"The Desolate Emperor's trial was abolished many years ago. If you want to come here, you have to be born with a body of Yin Desolate. It is rare that the only newcomer in thousands of years is still a casual cultivator."

"The three major princes of the Desolate Kingdom and the ten marshals of the Blood Path all wanted to get him. I didn't expect that he could break through the levels in succession and reach the Blood Path of the Desolate Country. It's a pity. He can only get here, the final level of the Desolate Emperor's trial. It has been a long time since anyone has been able to break through... The underworld is no longer there, how can we understand the way of the Huangdi and become the master of the underworld?"

Amidst the discussion, a handsome man in a black cloak walked from a distance, with a long gray knife hanging on his back. He was carrying a seal on his waist, with bloodstains hanging from his eyebrows, and his whole body was filled with a strong murderous aura that could not be concealed.

He came on foot, and all the Yinhuang monks who had been talking about him kept their mouths shut. Although they were old and long-lived, they were secretly frightened when they noticed the unfathomable murderous aura deposited all over the young man's body. It is not a good thing to be able to go to the bloody road of the desolate country. There are many killings along the way, but the bloody road of the desolate country is not good. But no one has more murderous intent than the young man.

Just from the dense bloodstains and scars on his exposed wrists, you can tell how many close calls he has experienced in the past.

"Boy! Stop! Don't block my enlightenment!"

An elderly monk with gray hair and an unpredictable aura stood up, pointed at the young monk and cursed.

How can it be fair for so many people to understand Huangdi's way and share their luck together? Naturally, the closer to the former, the greater the luck and the higher the chance of success, so who would be willing to give up their ranking position.

Seeing the young monk continue to move forward. The old monk's expression changed drastically, and several senior Yinhuang monks stood beside him.

Wow!

Waves of sinister aura rose from their bodies. Suddenly it exploded, rose to the sky, and turned into a Yinhuang god and monster with a height of thousands of feet. It swallowed clouds and smoke, rolled up the blood tide, and released the powerful Tao power unique to Yinhuang.

Gods and monsters roar. The Qi movement was turbulent, and the power of these Yinhuang monks was all close to the sub-emperor, causing huge waves on the blood path of the desolate country. Thousands of desolate ghosts crawled out of the blood path, under the call of murderous aura. They gathered thousands of troops and horses, and marched toward Ning Tian, ​​killing and biting them.

Ning Tianxing stopped, turned sideways, and looked at the five older monks from Yinhuang, his cold eyes dark and cold.

He didn't move.

A figure slipped out of his body.

The face is exactly the same, the figure is indistinguishable, the movements, postures and expressions are exactly the same, except that the second Ning Tianxing is completely transparent, grayer than the wind and fog of Yinchuan, like a ghost.

Draw your sword!

The Yinhuang Divine Sword has not been unsheathed, and together with the scabbard, it has turned into an indescribable strange arc, smashing the ghosts and monsters in the sky, thousands of troops, and carrying an unmatched momentum. Five people were hit in less than a blink of an eye. The brows of the dark and powerful man.

The arrogant violence when strangling ghosts and gods is in sharp contrast with the lightness of nothing when hitting the strong man in the wilderness. It is like the combination of day and night, the intersection of ghosts and gods, mysterious and mysterious, indescribable.

Sheath the knife.

The ghost fetus returns.

Ning Tianxing continued to move forward.

Bang bang bang bang... The five powerful Yinhuang warriors burst like bubbles. All the gains they gained through thousands of years of hard training and enlightenment were turned into Yinhuang ghost energy when they died, and were sucked into Ning Tianxing's scabbard.

"You're stronger again."

"Really...what happened? He wasn't this strong before!"

"Killed the five elders of Kun Palace with one move. He is more than a hundred times stronger than the rumors."

Ning Tianxing continued to walk forward, and the purple tide in his eyes gradually faded and returned to gray. After killing the five elders of Kun Palace, no enlightened person beside the blood path in the wilderness dares to provoke anyone.

However, at this moment, no less than ten groups of people came from all directions in the wilderness country. The aura of the powerful leader of each group of people was far above the five elders of Kun Palace.

"Ah! The three great princes and ten marshals are here!"

"Can we all run towards Ning Tian?"

"Needless to say! This kid is so talented that he has turned the country upside down. How can the three major princes let him go?"

Ning Tianxing stopped again and looked back at the men, horses and strong men who were getting closer and closer. His eyes were cold and there was a hint of solemnity between his brows.

A day ago, he was trapped by the princes of Qiong Palace under the Weeping Cang Mountain, until Tiannan's blood suddenly awakened. The ancient will of the Yinhuang God Emperor made his cultivation soar, and he broke through the siege and took advantage of the situation to break into the Blood Road of the Wilderness Country to challenge the last level.

Not far from the statue of the Wilderness Emperor, the coalition of princes was about to kill him. Could it be that he had to continue to hide and wait?

Ning Tianxing frowned. He could feel the call from fate. Something must have happened in the direction of his home outside the Yinhuang, waiting for him to go back, otherwise why would the ancient blood burn and boil, hitting the chest again and again?

Boom!

Just as the coalition of princes was about to approach the Blood Road of the Wilderness Country, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, and the entrance to the outside world slowly appeared.

A large group of people appeared in the sky, black and dense, led by a monk carrying a zither and an old man holding a sword.

The faces of the marshals of the princes changed in unison.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Wasteland Country! Well, you must be from the Wasteland Country if you can break the seal of the Wasteland Emperor... But you dare to bring outsiders here! Aren't you afraid of the blood curse of the Wasteland Emperor!" A prince of the Wasteland Country shouted.

"Huh? It's you... Guixin! Weren't you..." Another prince recognized the old man holding the sword, and his face changed drastically.

"Betrayed by you, lost the right to inherit, and was imprisoned in the blood prison, and sold to Tianchen? Hahaha, Guiya! You never dreamed that I would come back! Now, I am no longer called Guixin. In Tianchen Buzhou, people call me Ghost Sword Immortal. I am the master of the Waste Sword Banner of the Eight Great Banner Masters of the Eight Wasteland War Group!" Ghost Sword Immortal laughed loudly.

"Just a regiment? Haha..." Zhuhou Guiya sneered, and the next moment he suddenly remembered something, and his body trembled: "Eight Desolations, could it be..."

"Yes, I am Tianluo Emperor, the leader of the cannon fodder camp Luo Chuan's people. With my boss Luo's protection, I am afraid of the blood curse of the emperor. If you have the ability to make the emperor reborn, fight with my boss Luo!" Ghost Sword Immortal said proudly. As one of the earliest members of the Eight Desolations, he is already a top figure in Luo Chuan's huge power kingdom, and he is also well-known when he goes out.

"Okay, business is important." Yuan Xiao, the leader of the Eight Desolate Group, waved his hand and turned to Ning Tianxing. His eyes flickered and he saluted: "I am here to help you on Luo Chuan's orders... After you complete the trial of the Emperor of Desolate, I hope to open a Yinhuang passage connecting Tiannan to allow the army to pass."

"Luo Chuan?" Ning Tianxing was startled, and a warm current flowed out of his cold eyes: "So that's it, this cause and effect belongs to him. He came back, restarted Tiannan, and brought back the luck of Tiannan."

Ning Tianxing closed his eyes and felt it quietly.

But soon, he opened his eyes again.

Yuan Xiao laughed and turned around. He was about to order the Eight Desolate Group to attack. He caught that scene in his peripheral vision and was slightly startled.

Ning Tianxing drew his sword, held the hilt with both hands, faced the statue of the Emperor of Desolate at the far end of the blood road, and slashed it. (To be continued...)

Chapter 1540 The Blood Road of the Desolate Country, the Marquis Proved: