Chapter 321: Sword of Life

Ning Chen's fists clenched pale, looking at the friend who disappeared in the First Temple, his heart was heavy and abnormal. E┡ Novels www. Δ1XIAOOSHUO. COM
"Go, go back"
Prince Yan waved his hand, withdrew his red and blue swords, and said.
Ning Chen knew that it would not be possible to bring Ziyi back anyway today, sighed in his heart, and turned away with him.
The army withdrew, and backed out of Daxia, the third hall of Yongye appeared. The war will regenerate variables. The triumphant look was heavy, and he urgently went back to arrange the response.
Prince Yan returned, and led the two towards the Great Xia Imperial City.
The road ahead was so long, Ning Chen had a lot of worries, and his brows were so bad that Aman stretched out her small hand to smooth out the former's tightly frowned brows, and said softly, "Not good."
Ning Chen suppressed his thoughts and grinned reluctantly. Over the years, the only constant was Aman.
The journey is difficult, thousands of rivers and mountains, Prince Yan is not in a hurry, Ah Man is not in a hurry, Ning Chenji is useless.
Without hurrying and slow pace, walking in the wilderness, the simple yet dignified Tsing Yi dances with the wind, living in a contemporary legend, stunning the ancient and modern.
"Predecessor" Ning Chen was anxious and spoke again.
"Jing" Prince Yan didn't look back, just responded calmly and said.
Ning Chen sighed, there was no way but to continue to follow.
For ten days and ten nights, the three of them walked out of the Western Xinjiang and into the hinterland of the Central Plains of Daxia. However, they were still far away from the Imperial City.
The killing in one body was full of blood, because Xia Ziyi was enchanted, Ning Chen was furious, and used extreme means to forcibly suppress the rebellion of Confucianism and Prajna. However, the most taboo in the way of cultivation is contagion. Not at first.
Prince Yan can see that Ning Chen is not far from the fourth robbery. If the latter goes through the fourth robbery in the current situation, failure will only be the end.
On the eleventh day, a ghostly spurt appeared ahead, and a hint of red beauty appeared on the front road. Raksha appeared, icy cold.
"After processing, keep up"
Prince Yan said, without stopping, he continued to walk forward with Aman.
Ning Chen looked at the ghost girl who suddenly appeared, and there was a look of surprise in her eyes.
The red wedding dress is still bloody, and the beautiful face is not covered by the red silk, so beautiful, it makes people lose their souls.
After seeing each other from the same day, the two met each other and returned to the ghost woman who was in Raksha, the colder the ghost around him was, and the uneasy person would be instantly lost.
Raksha was originally a symbol of ruthlessness and viciousness in the local government. It is mercilessly murderous.
"If I fall into the devil in other days, will you be like Yong Xia Yi's eternal god?" The ghost girl asked.
If it is calm, with a hint of coldness, Raksha is affectionate, but destiny is ruthless, and the unsatisfactory things in the world are eight to nine. Once the Luoshao woman returns to her heart, her human nature will gradually disappear until she reaches the Lord of the land.
Raksha is evil, and good looks are nothing but mirrors and flowers. Although he has nostalgia for Raksha, he can't keep it anyway.
Ning Chen didn't know what was behind the ghost girl's words, but he nodded seriously and responded, "We are friends and friends, Ning Chen is incumbent."
A light flashed in the cold eyes of the ghost girl, and said softly, "It's enough to have you. If I fall into the magic in the future, you don't have to be merciful. The ghost girl is willing, and there will be a future."
The words fell, the ghost mist reappeared, the red shadow disappeared, and in an instant, the world disappeared.
"Ghost Girl"
Ning Chen stepped forward, but only touched a touch of red, and could no longer stay in the ghost mist.
On the way forward, Prince Yan stepped forward step by step, did not care about the matter of the juniors behind him, whether it was robbery, or fate, he always had to experience it himself.
"Aman, he followed you for ten days, but he once felt a sword breath," Prince Yan asked.
Ah Man shook his head and said, "No"
"Oh," Prince Yan stopped asking more questions and moved on.
Idiots, fools, in many cases, the points are not so clear.
If we only talk about intelligence, ingenuity, and scheming, it is impossible for ten Aman to add up to a Ningchen. Except for the former military commander of the Northern Mongolian court, no one in the world may be able to pass this generation.
It is a pity that cleverness does not mean that talent is high, Ning Chen is clever enough, but there are too many obsessions in the heart, the sword heart is difficult to clarify, if you can not let go, you may not feel the existence of sword breath in this life.
In the rear, Ning Chen followed, because of the ghost girl, the worries between the eyebrows became deeper.
Aman stretched his hand again to smooth the frowned brow of the former, and said softly, "Not good-looking"
Ning Chen recovered and smiled, but his smile became more and more reluctant.
"Send me your sword," Aman took the former's hand and said.
Ning Chen was stunned, and he hadn't spoken yet. Aman had put the other hand on his chest.
"I want this one inside"
The sword of knowing life, the sword of blood and life, the importance is self-evident, but Aman has already asked for it.
Ning Chen only refused Ah Man once in his life, and since then, no matter what, he never said no again.
This time, too.
"Yep"
Ning Chen did not hesitate. When his right hand turned, Zhenyuan urged, a blood mist lingered in the sky, and the Mingming Sword slowly rose to reproduce the world.
The body of the cyan sword is bloody, and the dazzling blood flows like a real life, which is extremely extraordinary.
Aman took the sword, and at the next moment, he knew his life and entered the body again, choosing the Lord again.
The two have blood connections, and there is no blood rejection problem. After a while, the blood light dissipates and converges.
Ning Chen's expression was slightly pale, and after losing the sword of death, his breath also weakened a lot.
In the next few days, the pace of the three people was slower. Prince Yan gave Ning Chen time to recover from the injury and lost the sword. No matter who it is, it is impossible to recover quickly.
Fortunately, Ning Chen had an extraordinary foundation, and he also had a protective body of phoenix blood. After five days of rehabilitation, it was almost intact.
"Boom"
As the three men continued their journey, the eastern skyline suddenly dimmed, thundered, and shook for nine days.
Ning Chen's expression was shocked, and at a glance he saw the location of the thunder, which was the direction of the feather valley.
The Valley of Feathers, Thunder and Ting Ming for nine days, the Lord of the Realms in Shenzhou, and the reappearance of the four poles of the Lord of the Realm, the breath is better than before, and the appearance is much younger than before, and the power is depressed and the earth is shaking.
At this moment, the innate powerhouses of the entire Divine Land felt the strong breath, and they were shocked.
"Oh?"
In the third hall of Yongye God's Religion, a soft voice came out. Obviously, there was a trace of surprise at this sudden change.
"The Divine Land, Ha ha"
The understatement smile grows bigger and bigger, the arrogance of the strongest, no one can doubt, the Divine Weeping crying, seems to herald the coming of a bigger disaster.
"How could it be so"
Ning Chen clenched his fists clenchedly, his eyes looked at the figure on the distant sky, and his heart rose for a while.
In the west there is the Lord of the Three Temples with the strongest night gods, and in the east there is the reborn Master of the Four Pole Realms. This time, what else can he do.
At the same time, the five martial arts princes from all parties in Daxia felt their unprecedented dignity and determination. The millennium Daxia must not have happened in their generation.
The strange oppression, so heavy, spread across the eastern horizon. Suddenly, a white memory flashed in Ning Chen's heart, and it became clearer and clearer.
Although the faint breath is not too obvious, it is not felt at all. At the beginning, the current giant white cocoon in Lingchuan Maze Valley had similar pressure.
Ning Chen's expression sank, if that was the case, it would be really bad.
He hasn't found a way to cope with the white misty tide. The last time he had to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, he didn't expect such a big scourge.
"Let's go ahead," Prince Yan said quietly, and immediately continued on.
How can "Predecessor" Ning Chen rest his mind, hurriedly said.
"Quiet" Prince Yan was unmoved and said lightly.
Ning Chen was anxious in her heart, but there was no way to follow behind and walk patiently step by step.
After more than ten days, the three finally reached the imperial city of Daxia. After the rebellion of Confucianism, all the forbidden troops of the imperial city battalions were mobilized. After seeing the figure of Tsing Yi coming, a forbidden army leader shook his face and immediately knelt Down.
"Meet Prince Yan"
The soldiers in the rear, after seeing the commanding salute, were shocked, and then they knelt down and respected the salute.
"Meet Prince Yan"
After the Seven Kings had an accident, the Xia Emperor fell into demon, and the blood of the Xia royal family was almost withered. Now the most legendary prince of the Xia Dynasty has finally returned.
"Get up"
Prince Yan stepped forward without any stop and walked all the way towards the palace.
Ning Chen and A Man went behind and went together.
Prince Yan returned, Daxia Palace, a soldier greeted him on his knees, Daxia's legend, now returning.
In the most central part of the palace, the Tianyu Hall, which once represented the glory of Daxia, has disappeared. Prince Yan glanced and walked towards Weiyang Palace.
After Xia Ziyi entered the demon, the only bloodline of the royal family was only the scorched children under four years old. The Korean and Chinese political affairs could only be sent to Weiyang Palace, requesting the elder grandson who was still on the sickbed to make a decision.
The warnings of Confucianism and Ban Ruocheng were vividly visible. After seeing such a method of Ji Minghou, the court ministers stabilized a lot, and no one dared to touch their mold at this time.
One piece of Confucianism's guilt was investigated by the director of Taili ~ EbookFREE.me ~ to inform the world that even the poisoning of the kings is now well-documented and cannot tolerate any sophistry.
The means of confessing the confession by the Tarisi is the first in the world, and the torture chamber of the torture has almost become a forbidden place for the entire Tarisi to talk.
From the command of the soldiers, Tarisi asked everything he wanted to know, and even more convinced him of the crime of Confucian rebellion.
The most important thing is that, in this special period, anyone who wants to do something must carefully weigh whether it is their own destiny or the heart of the savior.
Confucianism destroys the door, and the Prajna city is almost the slaughter city. This is not a dream, but a real thing. This is the bloodiest rebellion since the millennium of the summer. There is no one.
In Weiyang Palace, Prince Yan came with two juniors, Liming stepped forward to meet, and then led Aman to the side, leaving the room for conversation to three people.
Ning Chen looked at the elder grandson sitting on the sickbed, a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes, and the maiden who had tried to protect him well was really old.
The faintly beautiful face, more haggardness and exhaustion, and the successive blows made Chang Sun's not-so-good body finally unsustainable and increasingly weak.