Vol 10 Chapter 1387: Level 5

Chapter 1368th Fifth Realm
The sky above the Great Yu Dynasty, the purple qi became a cloud, the dragon roared in the cloud, and the dragon was shocking.
Purple cloud gas center, a huge vortex agitates, the emperor will die, and his body will disappear.
Ning Chen was trying to devour the source of the emperor. In the maelstrom, the old man of the Confucian robe stepped out and stopped his life.
Ning Chen looked back and glanced at the old man who was not far away, said lightly, "The Confucian sentiment is indeed exciting."
After finishing the speech, Ning Chen waved away the Emperor Dayu and calmly said, "Happy cooperation."
Behind the head of Confucian Dragon, the scholar in white appeared and took the emperor Dayu away from the sky.
The scholar in white left, and the Confucian dragon head looked at the young man in plain clothes in front of him, and said, "Can you return the luck of my divine dynasty."
On the back of the dragon, the corner of Ning Chen ’s mouth curled up in a cold arc, and said, "Did the dragon head make a mistake, and Confucianism has gained the world, are you still not satisfied?"
Confucian dragon frowned, saying, "What do you mean?"
"Our cooperation is over."
Ning Chen calmly said, "Next, if the dragon head wants to block, it will depend on his own ability."
The Rumen dragon first heard the words, his expression sinking, his dry right hand raised, and the whole sky was violently shaken over the imperial city.
"Heaven and Earth Promise!"
Confucian dragon head shot in person, the situation changed suddenly, the endless pressure fell from the sky, trying to prevent the pace of life.
The powerful pressure was lowered. In the hands of Ning Chen, the Tianshu Tianshu quickly turned over, and the different light rose, preventing Tianwei from coming.
Confucian dragon head, cultivated to be unfathomable, just an understatement, the whole sky seems to be turned upside down.
"Fifth Realm!"
Ning Chen looked up at the sky and clouds, and his expression completely condensed.
"Roar!"
Below, Ziqi Dragon felt the heavy pressure and struggled violently.
"Don't be reconciled? Then hit out together!"
Ning Chen said in a cold voice, the magical energy around him was turbulent, and ten volumes of heavenly books were glorious, resisting the oppression comparable to Tianwei.
Everyone's attention, the sky above the imperial city, purple cloud gas surging, in the cloud gas, noble righteousness continues to spread, and gradually suppress the purple cloud gas.
The first strongest man in the Imperial City of Dayu, the Confucian dragon first appeared in an amazing way. Only the air pressure has suppressed this world.
In front, Ning Chen stood on the dragon's back, opened his whole body, the blessing of the heavenly book, and faced the first person facing the Confucian school.
"Please return your luck to my gods."
The Confucian dragon head spoke again, his voice hoarse.
"Take it with your own ability."
Ning Chen said in a cold voice, his left hand was on the sword front, and the blood flowed out.
The blood was used as a guide. The magic energy and the dragon energy quickly merged, and the Tai Chi array rose into the air, glorious and dazzling.
The two forces that violently scrolled, one yin and one yang, guided by the magic blood, merged into one, and the power multiplied.
Ning Chen, the dragon dissipated, and turned into a dragon-like dragon spirit into the array.
The streamer flashed through the eyes of the Confucian dragon, no longer hesitating, pressing the right palm falsely, and shot strongly.
Ning Chen's figure flew out of the void, just for a moment, before reaching the head of Confucian Dragon.
The magic sword was slashed, and the edge of the sword was forced, and the head of the Confucian dragon was not shining. The right hand was raised to block the edge of the magic sword.
There was a loud bang, the aftermath oscillated, the two of them were all around, the airflow oscillated, and the situation changed.
In the distance, the left palm of the Confucian dragon head was lifted up, and the thunder came from the sky, and the devil was ruthless.
"Heaven and Earth Peerless, Life and Death Bound!"
Thunder came into the world, from the sun to the fierce, in the hands of Ning Chen.
The number of confrontation moves, the first person of Confucianism is powerful, Ning Chen's mouth is full of blood, and he is injured.
"Heaven and Earth Peerless Style, Sword Limits!"
Reluctant to fight for a long time, Ning Chen's left hand-made Heavenly Script disappeared, Heavenly Song Han Que manifested, and Ziwei God Realm Peerless Divine Soldier reappeared in the world.
The sword moves in unison, the glory is dazzling, the sky is above, the sword cuts through the clouds, falls straight down.
"Confucianism and Taoism!"
The Confucian Dragon head raised his hand and swept the sacred heart, blocking the famous sword.
Strike collision, turbulent airflow, in a flash, Ning Chen figure flashed, and left the battlefield.
"Confucian dragon head, there will be a period later, don't forget your promise."
In the voice, the sky and the phoenix retreated quickly, and hundreds of sinners disappeared.
Out of the game, Mr. Teacher looked at the phoenix that dissipated in the sky, his expression sinking, just about to catch up, and his body suddenly shocked.
In the dissipating clouds, the Confucian dragon head came out, attacked the robes, and hunted with the wind.
Mr. looked back, looking at the figure walking out of the clouds, his face was unbelievable.
"Teacher, you!"
Mr. teacher shocked.
"Go back to Dragon Park first."
Confucian dragon head said, the whole body was full of vitality, and the figure disappeared.
Mr. Teacher pressed down his heart and was shocked.
Confucian Dragon Garden, Bai Ling went away. In the Dragon Garden, the Confucian Dragon head returned, and dozens of great Confucians stood in the garden and greeted each other respectfully.
"I have seen the dragon's head!" Everyone saluted and said.
After the head of Confucian Dragon, Mr. Teacher looked at the former and said in a deep voice, "Teacher, shouldn't you give your disciple an explanation."
"Whimsical!"
The head of ten great Confucian scholars, an old man with gray hair shouted, "You must not be rude!"
The Confucian dragon head raised its head, preventing the former from continuing to speak, looking at the disciple ahead, calmly saying, "Confucianism must be passed on, and the emperor has not allowed Confucianism to continue, so Confucianism and the royal family can only exist. One."
Teacher Mr. Fist clenched his fists clenchedly, said in a deep voice, "That day, in front of the thundering platform, was the dragon first arranged?"
"Not bad."
Confucian Dragon Head did not deny, nodded.
"Teacher and Ning Chen have never met, when were you allied?" Mr. Teacher's expression grew colder and asked.
"Just before the urgent thunder platform." Confucian dragon head calmly said.
"Who is the traitor?" Mr. Shen said.
"it's me."
The words fell, outside the Dragon Garden, the white-study students walked in, respectfully salute, "Have seen Brother, Teacher!"
Saw the person coming, Mr. Shen sighed, everything was clear.
It turns out that everything is just a conspiracy.
"Teacher, do you see what the Imperial City looks like now?"
Mr. Tiaojian looked at the Confucian Dragon Head in front of him, and his eyes were full of disappointment. He said, "Your game with the emperor is at the expense of the people of the imperial city. "
Finished, Mr. Teacher waved his hand and returned the Danshu iron voucher, and immediately turned away.
"People can go, please put down the sword of law enforcement!"
In front of the Confucianists, the white-haired old man opened his mouth and shouted.
At the gate of Longyuan, Mr. Teacher looked back, glanced at everyone behind him, and said coldly, "You are not qualified to use this sword again."
"Whimsical!"
The white-haired old man was furious, and was about to get shot, he was stopped.
"Let him leave."
Confucian dragon head opened, calmly said.
The white-haired old man was shocked and respectfully ordered his life.
Outside the Dragon Garden, Mr. Teacher walked away with the ancient sword on his back, firm pace, and never wavered for a moment.
In the north of Dayu imperial city, in a large mountain, a hundred great sinners appeared and respectfully saluted.
"Have seen the master!"
In the voice, in the void, the dragon was surging, and the figure in white clothes walked out and said, "Give you a hundred years to build your own power. After a hundred years, I will come back to find you."
"Yes!"
Hundreds of sinners saluted and sent respectfully.
In the void, the dragon's qi filled, and the figure of plain white hair disappeared, leaving the mountain.
"Whatever he means, come here, go away, and really treat me as a slave!" A big sinner said with an angry look.
"Uh!"
The voice just fell, and in the void, a sword gas appeared out of thin air, and directly cut off the head of the big sinner.
The blood spewing, raining like rain, everyone saw it, and his expression changed.
"Okay, don't talk much, do more things, make our little master angry, but there is nothing good to eat."
A charming young woman said something, and immediately turned away.
Chapter 1,387, Western visitors
The land of southern Xinjiang, unknown boundaries, turbulent dragon, covering the sky.
On the great wasteland, the figure of plain clothes and white hair sat on the plate, focusing on refining the dragon spirit.
"Human, you don't keep your promises!"
In the dragon's breath, Long Xiao shook the sky and said angrily.
Ning Chen opened his eyes and calmly said, "What have I promised you?"
"You said you want to let me be free! Could you tell me what you want!"
The dragon roared and said in a deep voice.
Ning Chen sneered and said, "Think more about what I said. I can't remember I promised you that I will let you go."
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen's eyes were closed, and he continued to refine the spirit of the dragon spirit.
The body of the dragon was shocked. After a while, he roared angrily, "You are lying to me, mean man, you are too cunning!"
The words fell, the dragon suddenly screamed violently, the sky was filled with flames, and the dragon soul was burned.
Gradually, the sound of Long Xiao became weaker and weaker and became slightly inaudible.
"Rao ... life!"
Dragon qi, when consciousness is about to disappear, the dragon begs weakly.
In the phoenix fire, Ning Chen got up, no longer swallowing the power of luck, calmly said, "Swear allegiance, I will keep your life."
The life crisis is ahead, the dragon dare not resist anymore, and swears to the sky.
"Little gourd."
Ning Chen spoke, calling.
"Fairy!"
Hearing the call, the little gourd flicked out, and the young face was puzzled, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
"This loach is under your control."
Ning Chen calmly said.
The little gourd heard the words, looked at the dragon in front with big eyes, and there was a look of excitement on his face, said, "Is the fairy fairy saying true?"
"Well." Ning Chen nodded.
The little gourd flew forward excitedly, and patted the dragon's head with his hand, and the fox fake tiger pretended, "Large loach, you have to obey later."
The dragon was about to struggle. After seeing the cold eyes of a man, the dragon shocked and succumbed immediately.
The faucet was low, and let the small gourd reach for it.
The real dragon was touched for the first time, the little gourd's excited little face flushed, and he looked at the owner aside, and said with pleasure, "Thank you, Sianchang."
"Little gourd, do you have a place to go?"
Ning Chen looked at the strange God Realm in front and asked.
The little gourd thought for a while, then pointed to the west and said, "I want to go there."
"The West?"
Ning Chen smiled on her face and said, "Why do you want to go there?"
Little gourd pinched his clothes corner, a little embarrassed, "I casually pointed."
"Haha!"
Ning Chen laughed and said, "Okay, I will take you to the West."
Being a demon, he left the world without Buddha!
This day, the plain-haired white-haired demon left for a child with a big slap on his shoulders. Behind him, the dragon followed, and looked abnormal and respectful.
Western Buddhist circles, a hundred schools of thought contend, countless great religions lined up, large temples stand on the mountain, Buddhism is flourishing.
On a night with thunderstorms, in the Western Buddhist world, in the desolate mountains, the figure of plain clothes and white hair came, and the whole body was soaked, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Fairy, there is a temple."
The small gourd held a large leaf in his hand to block the heavy rain, and Bai Nen's small hand reached out, pointing at the broken temple not far away, loudly.
"See."
Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the broken temple in front.
"Hoo."
In the wild mountains and wild hills, the wind screamed, and under this rainy night, it seemed a bit creepy.
The little gourd shrank his shoulders when he heard the wind, and he was afraid, "Xianchang, will there be ghosts?"
"Are you a fairy vine, are you afraid of ghosts?" Ning Chen whispered.
"afraid."
The small gourd grasped the collar of the former and looked around left and right.
Ning Chen smiled faintly, and his dark eyes looked at the dark night, and the cold colors flashed.
Maybe it's really a ghost.
"Hoo."
The mountain breeze roared, and around the ruined temple, a white shadow appeared, his face pale, his mouth vomiting for a long time, and it looked terrible.
"Ghost!"
Ning Chen's shoulder, the small gourd suddenly shouted, scared into the collar of the former.
The little gourd shouted, and the mountains, birds and beasts were scattered. Ning Chen looked at the woman in white in front and stepped forward step by step.
"Fairy, there are ghosts!" Xiao Hulu said nervously.
"It's okay."
Ning Chen said calmly, and continued to walk forward.
"Roar!"
In front of the broken temple, the woman with a long tongue roared, with a greasy face, and an abnormal penetration.
"Retreat!"
Ning Chen spoke lightly.
The long-tongued woman screamed, just about to step forward, suddenly trembling, stepping back in fear.
Before the stone steps, Ning Chen stepped up and entered the broken temple.
The temple was not broken, and the temple was abnormally ruined and overgrown with weeds.
Ning Chen looked at the roof, came to a place where there was no rain, and set fire up.
The little gourd leaned over in front of the fire and roasted the fire. There was still a fear on his face. He said, "Xianchang, will that ghost come again."
"probably not."
Ningchen added some firewood to the fire, said.
"Bee!"
The voice was not over yet, the door of the broken temple was blown away by the strong wind, and in front of the door, the woman in white floated, daring not to approach half a step.
"Fairy, I am afraid."
The small gourd raised his head, timidly.
Ning Chen raised his hand, the heaven and earth spirits surged, and was submerged into the woman's body.
After a while, the woman's soul quickly solidified, and her twisted face also changed.
Restoring her face in white, with a beautiful face, like a girl next door, I still feel pity.
"Leave, or kill you!"
Ning Chen spoke, his expression indifferent.
The woman in white shivered, respectfully saluted, and quickly retreated.
"she left."
Ning Chen reached out and patted the little gourd's head, smiling.
The little gourd saw the woman disappearing in the heavy rain, and the childish little face couldn't bear it, and said, "Xian Chang, if the rain is so heavy outside, will she be okay."
"Aren't you afraid of her?" Ning Chen asked.
"I was afraid just now, not now." Xiao Hulu whispered.
"Ah."
Ning Chen smiled faintly and said, "She is the soul of grievances, not afraid of heavy rain."
"Oh."
The little gourd nodded thoughtfully. The simple little head quickly put the matter down and sat happily in front of the fire to keep warm.
Under the rainy night, the woman in white stood far away from the ruined temple and shivered. The only place was occupied by people and homeless.
In the broken temple, the little gourd leaned against his own gourd and slept. Ning Chen stood quietly beside him for one night.
The first battle with Confucian Dragon was the first time he really felt the terrible power of the fifth realm.
Despite the great luck of Dayu Dynasty, he was still powerless in the face of the fifth realm.
The fifth realm is really an incredible realm.
Now, he is still not far away from the fifth realm. The most important thing is that he has not yet been transformed.
Moon God once told him that the fourth realm is the end of human cultivation. To enter a higher realm, one must raise the body's strength to a higher level.
How to transform God will be the thing he needs to solve as soon as possible.
"Fairy ..."
In his sleep, the little gourd turned over and smacked his mouth, "I want to eat spirit grass."
Ning Chen recovered, smiled lightly, the spirit of all things, simple mind, but live carefree.
The long night gradually passed, the east, the sun rising east, dispelling the cold night.
Outside, the heavy rain gradually stopped, and the little gourd woke up, hugged Ning Chen's arm, and fell asleep again.
Ning Chen got up, put the small gourd on his shoulder, and walked towards the outside of the broken temple.
One hundred steps outside the temple, under a large tree, the woman in white hides in the shade of the tree with fear, not daring to let Chen Xi shine on her soul.
The homeless lonely ghost becomes so helpless before the coming day.
Ning Chen came and saw the woman in the shade of the tree, calmly said, "Go back."
The woman in white heard the words and looked shocked. She looked at the broken temple at the rear, just a hundred steps away, but now she seems to be far away.
Ning Chen raised his hand, the leaves drifted across the sky, and turned into a barrier, blocking the dawn.
"Thank you Xianchang!"
The woman in white saw her, knelt down in excitement, and respected her courteously.
Ning Chen didn't say anything more and walked away.
"Fairy ..."
On the shoulder ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Little gourd opened his eyes half-dreamed and looked around, and said, "It's dawn."
"Ok."
Ning Chen nodded and said, "It's dawn."
"What about that female ghost?"
Looked back, looking at the broken temple behind him, and asked.
"gone back."
Ning Chen calmly said.
Little gourd had heard this, so I was relieved.
Shortly after the two left, in the mountains, the monk in Tsing Yi, holding a Zen stick, stepped forward, holding a spell in his hand, and chasing the ghosts.
"found it!"
In front of the broken temple, the monk Tsing Yi stopped, looking at the inexorable spell in his hand, and his eyes flashed.
In the broken temple, the woman in white felt the killing outside the temple, her delicate face slightly changed.
In front of the temple, the monk Tsing Yi stepped into the broken temple, glanced over the temple, looking for hidden ghosts.
"Come out."
Tsing Yi monk said coldly.
There is no sound in the broken temple, and it is quiet and abnormal.
"Toast without eating fines!"
The monk in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, his Zen stick shook to the ground. Suddenly, a powerful buddha force swayed, and the surrounding ghost spirit was shaken.
"what!!"
In the temple, the shouting cry shouted, the body of Buddha was added, the body of the woman in white quickly collapsed, and her soul was scattered.