Chapter 276: Return to Daxia

The sound of the war is nearing its end. The broken birine is plugged into the ground beside it and accompanies the master through the last part of his life.
In the distance, the phoenix's haze is unparalleled, Ning Chen's body is full of red blood, and the morning light is like the second round of rising sun, shining in the world.
Seeing the amazing visions of the East, the uneasiness in the hearts of people like Qian Qian Qiu and Can Feng rises.
Everywhere in the world, looking at this beam of blood, was shocked again.
Nine days of Fengming, earth-shattering, all the world saw the blood of the sky, so dazzling, as if the whole sky was covered with blood, it was extremely sad.
The Phoenix bloodline awakened, the physical body was re-entered into the congenital, and in an instant, it broke through the heavy shackles, attracted the power of the heaven and earth into the body, and even broke through the barriers. Chen, at any cost, temporarily suppressed a terrible injury, with a murderous sky, on the top of the Lingtai, the alien Dapeng once again appeared, rushing to the sky.
Before the Eternal Night God teaches, the fallen sandalwood saw the beautiful colors of the distant sky, and a glimmer of relief flashed in the dim eyes. It was worth it.
The blood-stained figure of "Senior" hurried past, and stepped forward to catch the fallen Wuhou, with a sad expression.
Tan Zhu opened her mouth slightly and said a few words. It was very light and could not be heard clearly. Only the last sentence fluttered in the wind and could be heard faintly.
"This ... from now on, Daxia ... I will give it to you"
The last wish, still attached to the Daxia and Daxia Wuhou behind him.
"Senior, junior takes you home"
Ning Chen's heart hurt like a knife, gently closing Xiyinghou's eyes, and immediately ripped open the blood coat, binding it to his back.
Last night, the senior took him out of the encirclement, and today, he took the senior back home.
Qian Qianqiu felt the dangerous breath on the former body, his expression condensed, and four purple spells appeared in his hand, and then he summoned the spirit.
The evil spirits come into the world, sword, halberd, axe, yue, majesty, one of the strongest spells of the ages, each evil has the strength of the third tragedy of the congenital, powerful and abnormal.
Ning Chen looked at the four green-faced evil spirits in front of him, a shirt hunted and danced, and waved his fortune-telling sword forcibly in the body. Surging and sweeping, sweeping the world.
Knowing his fate, above the blue sword body, Dao Dao's blood patterns bloomed and dazzled, and after a breath, the clothing disappeared, and a sword entered the cloud, slashing out.
The two evil gods, axe and yue, bear the brunt of it and were directly shattered by this terrible sword light, and in a flash, the smoke disappeared.
The sword halberd came, the destiny sword turned, waved the sword, and with a bang, the Evil God retreated, giving way.
Ning Chen's figure disappeared again, swept to the front of Qian Qianqiu, and in a blink of an eye, blood was bright.
There was a tingle, and the sound of the ripped clothes sounded, and the chest of purple hair fell apart, and a trace of blood dripped and dyed the red shirt.
The ten-step distance to withdraw, a moment later, is the fruit of death, and the face is gloomy, and the palm is gathered, and the road is thundering and the world is turned into a sea of ​​thunder.
The two evil gods were in the thunder sea, the sword halberds fell, and they came again.
At the same time, Can Feng and the remaining three Shenwuwei deceived themselves and blocked the way.
Ning Chen's expression was cold, his hand moved, the sword of destiny circled into the air, the source of thunder spread out, absorbing the power of the thunder in the sky.
At the next moment, the destiny descended from the sky, magnificently, and slammed open.
The three gods and guards could not bear the strength, the body exploded, the blood bones were scattered, and they returned to the world.
The residual wind can't stop this terrible power, the ancient sword in his hand is broken, the body flew out, and the blood falls like rain.
The person who was just chased and killed by them just now has such a big change. The completely different situation is shocking.
Ning Chen, who regained his sober consciousness, is no longer a traitor. The absolute difference in strength has made Can Feng see clearly. It turned out that the equal strength between the swords and swords last night was nothing but the illusion that he was right.
"Remnant wind, you retreat" Long Qianqiu ordered, solemnly said, his Divine Guardian has almost been lost, can no longer be sacrificed in vain.
"Yes" the remnant wind staggered two steps, dragging the heavily wounded body to retreat to the battle. Although he was unwilling, he could only obey orders. He was very clear that the next battle was not touched by his level.
"Yanyin and Yang, the four elephants, the beginning of martial arts, the idea of ​​creating a god"
Throughout the ages, Na Yuan attracted the endless power of faith among the gods. In nine days thunder and thunder, the earth and the river collapsed, and the terrible vision, a phantom figure slowly condensed and shook the world.
When the gods where faith came together, when the general appearance appeared, ten miles of the earth collapsed and flew, it was difficult to bear this ultimate power, and the end of the world was divided.
"Volume of the Earth"
Ning Chen moved forward half a step, the dark yellow brilliance rose around him, and he was the first person in the world to reappear the ultimate celestial book.
The yellow light swayed, and the earth lifted into the sky, and then under the force of majesty, it immediately collapsed and fell back to its original state.
The black is ups and downs, the appearance of the gods is invisible, the gray feathers are scattered in the sky, the power of terror, the world seems to be intolerable, the space is distorted, and the circles of ripples are constantly spreading out.
In the face of an incomparably powerful imaginary body, Ning Chen accompanied the sword, and the sword intentions were shaped together. In a single step, the sword broke into the void and hardly regretted the body of the god.
The sword of the open sky, hit the body of the gods, a sudden shock sounded, violent wind and wrath fell to omnipresent, Ning Chen and Qian Qianqiu retreated a few steps, turbulent blood and swallowed their injuries.
The body of the was created by the sword intention, and the light and the destruction continued. At the same time, after the second temple, the power of faith in the dark abyss flew out again, and it continued to penetrate into the body of the to stabilize the body of the god.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, his feet retreated, and his figure disappeared under the morning sun, disappearing.
"The Lord of the Palace" residual wind stepped forward, anxiously.
"No more chasing"
Qian Qianqiu wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and waved his hand back to the power of faith, saying, "This person is difficult to stay for the time being.
The residual wind was pale with his hands clenched, and his eyes were unwilling.
"Return to the Temple" Qian Qianqiu turned around, the figure flashed, and walked towards the temple.
Can Feng looked at the disappearing figure in the east, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned to follow.
Within the gods, bloodshed and sloppy body, all over the body, countless bodyguards and battles will be killed in this battle, and for thousands of years, this disaster has been tragic, and it is desolate.
At the beginning of the war, there will be no justice at all, and all that remains is cruel and bloody, beautifying rhetoric, but nothing but a lie that blinds oneself and others.
History books have always been written by the winners, one stroke at a time, and a little bit of the original.
It's just that the people He Gu, the mountains and rivers He Gu.
In Xiajiang of the Great Xia Dynasty, before the Black Water Army camp, a flicker of blood appeared, and the forbidden Fate Sword shuddered, penetrated into the flesh, and the blood swelled, disappearing invisible.
Ning Chen coughed up a bite of blood, his breath was disordered, and his body's injuries tended to explode again.
Triumphant Hou heard the movement and immediately walked out, seeing the figure covered with blood in front of him, his expression changed, and stepped forward to support him.
"Knowing Fate"
Triumphant Hou turned Palm Ningyuan and injected it into the former body to help him stabilize his injury.
Suddenly, Triumphant Hou was stagnant and saw Ning Chen's figure on his back.
"West Movies"
The most familiar face is now separated by heaven and man forever, triumphant Hou heartache, the pain can no longer speak out.
"Congratulations to Wuhou"
Not far away, after hearing the name, a Black Water soldier first stunned, immediately knelt down silently, and sent him respectfully.
After Ning Chen slightly suppressed the injury, he explained himself to the situation of the exploration of Yongye Gods. At the last moment, he wearily told him, "The junior first sent the senior Xiying back to the imperial city. It should be resolved as soon as possible before the three-strength strongman of Yongye God's religion exits, and the person sent by the four poles ... "
Triumphant Hou listened to this sentence and exchanged the information exchanged with life and blood, and kept it in his heart.
Ning Chen left, and even had time to heal in the future. Crises one after another made people do nothing and dared not stop for a moment.
Thirty miles west of the imperial city, in front of a solitary tomb, Ning Chen appeared with Xi Yinghou.
No one knows whose grave this is. Every year is clear, only Xiyinghou will come alone to send a sandalwood flower, blooming for a day, and finally withering away in silence in front of no one.
Ning Chen buried Xi Yinghou and the people in the solitary tomb. Since then, no matter how he meets, Huangquan Road is no longer alone.
Hou, who lived like a shadow for a lifetime, chose to return to Daxia in the end, without any floating light, and his soul returned to his hometown. There is no regret in this life.
Ning Chen knelt down and silently knocked four heads.
A figure, a young face, an arrogant figure, the emperor refused to bend his knees before, only kneeled twice in his life, the first was the grandson, the second was Prince Yan, today, in front of the Xiying tomb, kneeling respectfully Turned away.
The life-saving grace is like a reinvention, but it can never be repaid.
Yiying's last words echoed in his ears, and from now on, he will go deep into his heart.
The cold north wind blew past, the dried sandalwood in front of the grave swayed, and the clothes disappeared.
Zhiminghoufu, Ning Chen had just entered the house, and had not yet settled, he saw Ning Xi and Ruoxi, who had been anxiously waiting for a few days, and had the time to speak in the future.
"Brother, something happened. King Haowu was seriously injured. Now he is in danger and can't hold it anymore."
"what"
The sudden bad news ~ EbookFREE.me ~ affected the long-suppressed injury, Ning Chen stumbled under his feet, a spit of blood spewed out, and fell straight down.
"brother"
"Hou Ye"
Ning Xi and Liu Ruoxi's expressions changed greatly, and they stepped forward to hold the former body in a panic.
"Take me to King Haowu ..."
The voice was not over yet, and the stupid body supporting the day and night was finally unable to support, and passed out.
Calling in my ears, I can no longer hear the blood, the new red and the old red. At this moment, no one can tell the difference when they are mixed together.
In the palace of Haowu, the candlelight was beating, the wind blowing from some place, the candlelight violently swayed, and the light and dark changed several times, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
On the bed, the vitality that gradually faded away was irreversible, and no matter how Luo Fei was infused with true energy, it would no longer work.