Chapter 1386: The Fifth Realm

In the sky above the Yu Dynasty, the purple gas became a cloud, in the clouds, the dragon roared, and the dragon was mighty.

In the center of the purple clouds, a huge whirlpool stirred, and the emperor would fall, and his body and soul would disappear.

Just as Ning Chen was devouring the emperor's origin, in the maelstrom, the old man in the Confucian robe stepped out and opened his mouth to stop his fate.

Ning Chen looked back, glanced at the old man not far away, and said lightly, "The favor of Confucianism is indeed exciting. ”

After speaking, Ning Chen waved his hand and threw the Emperor Yu out, and said calmly, "Happy cooperation." ”

Behind the head of the Confucian dragon, a scholar in white appeared and left from the sky with the Emperor Dayu.

The white-clothed scholar left, and the Confucian Dragon looked at the plain-clothed young man in front of him and said, "Your Excellency, can you return the luck of my Divine Dynasty?" ”

On the dragon's back, the corners of Ning Chen's mouth curved into a cold arc, and said, "Is the dragon head mistaken, Confucianism has gained the world, aren't you still satisfied?"

The Confucian Dragon Head frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"Our cooperation has ended. ”

Ning Chen said calmly, "Next, if the dragon head wants to stop it, it will be up to him. ”

Hearing this, the Confucian Dragon Head's expression sank, his dry right hand was raised, and the entire sky above the imperial city shook violently.

"Heaven and earth are boundless!"

The head of the Confucian dragon personally took action, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and endless pressure fell from the sky, wanting to stop the pace of knowing his fate.

The strong pressure fell, and in Ning Chen's hand, the Heavenly Book of Creation quickly flipped over, and a different light rose, blocking the arrival of the heavenly power.

The head of the Confucian dragon is unfathomable, and it is just an understatement, and the whole sky seems to be about to be turned upside down.

"The Fifth Realm!"

Ning Chen looked up at the wind and clouds rolling in the sky, and his expression completely froze.

"Roar!"

Below, the purple qi dragon felt the heavy pressure and struggled violently.

"Are you unwilling?

Ning Chen said in a cold voice, the surrounding demonic qi was surging, and the ten volumes of Heavenly Books were shining brightly, resisting the oppression comparable to Tianwei.

In the eyes of everyone, in the sky above the imperial city, purple clouds surged, and in the clouds, Haoran righteousness continued to spread, gradually suppressing the purple clouds.

The first strong man in the Imperial City of Dayu, the head of the Confucian dragon has begun to appear amazingly cultivated, but just the air pressure has suppressed this piece of heaven and earth.

Ahead, Ning Chen stood on the back of the dragon, with all his skills open, the blessing of the Book of Heaven, and facing the first person in the Confucian Sect.

"Please return the luck of my god dynasty. ”

The Confucian Dragon Head spoke again, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Take it according to your ability. ”

Ning Chen replied coldly, his left hand was on the blade of the sword, and blood flowed out.

With blood as the guide, the demonic qi and dragon qi quickly fused, and the Taiji array rose into the air, dazzling with brilliance.

The two forces that swirled violently, one yin and one yang, were guided by the demonic blood, fused into one, and their power multiplied.

Under Ning Chen, the giant dragon dissipated, turning into an ocean of dragon qi and merging into the array.

The Confucian dragon's eyes flashed, and he no longer hesitated, pressed his right palm weakly, and made a strong move.

In the void, Ning Chen's figure swept out, and it was only a moment before he reached the head of the Confucian Dragon.

The magic sword slashed, the edge was pressing, the Confucian dragon head did not dodge or dodge, and the right hand was raised, blocking the edge of the magic sword.

With a bang, the aftermath shocked, and the two of them were surrounded by airflow shocks, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Within a few moments, the left palm of the Confucian dragon head was raised, and thunder fell from the sky, ruthlessly punishing demons.

"Heaven and earth are unique, the boundary between life and death!"

The thunder descended into the world, the sun was fierce, and in Ning Chen's hands, the light of the Heavenly Book of Creation rose, and then blocked the demon blade.

After several confrontations, the first person in the Confucian Sect showed his strength, and the corners of Ning Chen's mouth, blood overflowed, and he was injured.

"Heaven and earth are unique, sword boundary!"

Unwilling to fight for a long time, the Book of Creation in Ning Chen's left hand disappeared, the Heavenly Song Han Que manifested, and the Ziwei Divine Realm's peerless divine weapon reappeared in the world.

The swords moved in unison, the brilliance was dazzling, and in the void, the swords cut through the clouds and fell straight down.

"Confucianism and Taoism!"

The Confucian dragon raised his hand, and the heroic righteousness swept away, blocking the famous sword and sword.

The moves collided, the air flow was surging, and in an instant, Ning Chen's figure flashed and left the battlefield.

"Confucian dragon head, there will be a period in the future, don't forget your promise. ”

As he spoke, the sky and the phoenix fire quickly receded, and the hundreds of great sinners disappeared.

Outside the battle, Mr. Teaching looked at the phoenix fire that dissipated in the sky, his expression sank, and he was just about to catch up, when his body suddenly shook.

In the dissipating clouds, the head of the Confucian dragon walked out, wearing a Confucian robe, hunting with the wind.

Mr. Jiaoshu looked back and looked at the figure walking out of the clouds, his face full of disbelief.

"Teacher, you!"

Mr. Teaching looked shocked.

"Let's go back to Dragon Park first. ”

The head of the Confucian sect said a word, and the whole body was full of righteousness, and the figure disappeared.

Mr. Teaching suppressed the shock in his heart and stepped forward to follow.

In the Dragon Garden, the dragon head of the Confucian Gate returned, and more than a dozen Confucians stood in the garden, respectfully welcoming each other.

"I've seen the dragon's head!" said the crowd.

After the head of the Confucian sect, Mr. Jiaoshu looked at the former and said in a deep voice, "Teacher, shouldn't you give an explanation to your disciples. ”

"Presumptuous!"

Among the heads of more than a dozen great Confucians, an old man with gray hair shouted, "Don't be rude!"

The head of the Confucian sect raised his head, stopped the former from continuing, looked at the disciple in front of him, and said calmly, "Confucianism must be passed on, and the emperor has not allowed Confucianism to continue to exist, so only one Confucianism and the royal family can exist." ”

Mr. Teaching clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "In front of the thunder torture platform that day, it was all arranged by the dragon head?"

"Not bad. ”

The Confucian Dragon Head did not deny it and nodded.

"The teacher and Ning Chen have never met, when did you form an alliance?" asked Mr. Teaching, his expression became more and more cold.

"Just before the thunderbolt. The Confucian Dragon Head said calmly.

"Who is the traitor?" said Mr. Teach, in a deep voice.

"It's me. ”

After the words fell, outside the Dragon Garden, the white-clothed scholar walked in and saluted respectfully, "I've seen senior brother, teacher!"

Seeing the visitor, Mr. Teaching sighed deeply, and everything was clear.

It turned out that everything was just a conspiracy.

"Teacher, do you see what the Imperial City looks like now?"

Mr. Jiaoshu looked at the head of the Confucian sect in front of him, his eyes were full of disappointment, and said, "The game between you and the emperor is the sacrifice of the people of the imperial city, Confucianism, it is no longer the Confucian sect I knew at the beginning, and the disciple is leaving." ”

After speaking, Mr. Jiaoshu waved his hand, returned the Danshu iron coupon, and immediately turned to leave.

"It's okay for people to go, please put down the sword of law enforcement!"

In front of the Confucians, the white-haired old man opened his mouth and shouted in a deep voice.

At the gate of the Dragon Garden, Mr. Teaching looked back, glanced at the people behind him, and said coldly, "You are not qualified to use this sword again." ”

"Presumptuous!"

The white-haired old man was furious, and just as he was about to make a move, he was stopped.

"Let him go. ”

The Confucian dragon head opened his mouth and said calmly.

The white-haired old man's body shook and respectfully accepted the order.

Outside the Dragon Garden, Mr. Teaching walked away with the ancient sword on his back, and his firm steps never wavered for a moment.

In the north of the imperial city of Dayu, in a big mountain, hundreds of sinners appeared and saluted respectfully.

"I've seen the master!"

As he spoke, in the void, the dragon's aura was surging, and the white-haired figure in plain clothes walked out and said, "Give you a hundred years to establish your own power, and after a hundred years, I will come back to you." ”

"Yes!"

A hundred of the deadly sins saluted and sent each other respectfully.

In the void, the dragon's aura was permeated, and the plain-clothed and white-haired figure then disappeared and left from the mountain.

"What does he mean, come as he says, go as he says, and really treat us as slaves!" said one of the grave sinners, with an angry expression.

"Huh!"

As soon as the words fell, in the void, a sword qi appeared out of thin air, directly cutting off the head of the great criminal.

The gushing blood was sprinkled like rain, and when everyone saw this, their expressions changed.

"Okay, let's talk less and do more, to make our little master angry, but there is no good fruit to eat. ”

A charming-looking young woman said a word, and then turned away.

Chapter 1387: A Visitor from the West

The land of southern Xinjiang, the unknown boundary, the dragon qi is surging, covering the sky and the sun.

On the Great Wilderness, the plain-clothed and white-haired figure sat cross-legged, focusing on refining dragon qi.

"Human, you don't keep your word!"

In the dragon's qi, the dragon roared and said angrily.

Ning Chen opened his eyes and said calmly, "What did I promise you?"

"You said you wanted to set me free!

The dragon roared, in a deep voice.

Ning Chen sneered and said, "Think about what I said, I don't remember that I promised you to let you go." ”

After speaking, Ning Chen's eyes closed and he continued to refine the dragon qi of the Divine Dynasty.

The dragon's body shook, and after a moment, it roared angrily, "You're lying to me, despicable human, you're too cunning!"

As soon as the words fell, the giant dragon suddenly screamed violently, and the phoenix fire rose in the sky, burning the dragon soul.

Gradually, the dragon's howl grew weaker and weaker, becoming inaudible.

"Rao...... Fate!"

In the dragon's breath, when consciousness was about to disappear, the dragon begged weakly for mercy.

In the phoenix fire, Ning Chen got up, did not devour the power of luck anymore, and said calmly, "Swear allegiance, I will spare your life." ”

With his life in danger, the dragon did not dare to resist anymore and swore to the sky.

"Little gourd. ”

Ning Chen opened his mouth and called.

"Immortal Chief!"

Hearing the call, the little gourd staggered out, and the immature little face was puzzled, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"This loach is in your hands. ”

Ning Chen said calmly.

Hearing this, Xiao Hulu looked at the dragon in front of him with big eyes, and his face showed excitement, and said, "Is what the Immortal Chief said true?"

"Hmm. Ning Chen nodded.

The little gourd flew forward excitedly, patted the dragon's head with his little hand, and said mightily, "Big loach, you have to be obedient in the future." ”

The dragon was about to struggle, but when he saw the cold eyes of the man on the side, the dragon's body shook and immediately gave in.

The faucet was lowered, allowing the little gourd to reach out and touch it.

The first time he touched the real dragon, the little gourd's excited little face turned red, his eyes looked at the master on the side, and he said happily, "Thank you, Immortal." ”

"Little gourd, do you have a place you want to go?"

Ning Chen looked at the unfamiliar land of the God Realm in front of him and asked.

The little gourd thought for a moment, pointed to the west, and said, "I want to go there." ”

"The West?"

Ning Chen had a smile on his face and said, "Why do you want to go there?"

Xiao Hulu pinched the corner of his clothes, and said a little embarrassed, "I just pointed to it." ”

"Haha!"

Ning Chen laughed and said, "Okay, I'll take you to the West." ”

Since he is a demon, he will make this world no longer have a Buddha!

On this day, the white-haired demon in plain clothes set off for the west, with a palm-sized child sitting on his shoulder, and behind him, the dragon followed, his demeanor was extremely respectful.

In the Western Buddhist world, hundreds of schools of thought contend, countless great religions are established, and great temples stand on the mountains, and Buddhism is flourishing.

On a thunderstorm night, in the desolate mountains and wilderness of the Western Buddha Realm, a plain-clothed and white-haired figure walked over, soaking wet and looking a little embarrassed.

"Immortal Chief, there is a temple there. ”

The little gourd held a big leaf in his hand to block the heavy rain, and the white and tender little hand stretched out, pointing to the broken temple not far away, and said loudly.

"See. ”

Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the broken temple in front of him.

"Whew. ”

In the barren mountains and mountains, the yin wind is howling, and under this rainy night, it looks a little creepy.

When the little gourd heard the wind, he shrunk his shoulders and said in fear, "Immortal Chief, will there be ghosts?"

"You are an immortal vine, are you still afraid of ghosts?" Ning Chen said softly.

"I'm afraid. ”

The little gourd grabbed the collar of the former and looked left and right.

Ning Chen smiled faintly, his dark eyes looked at the night, and a cold color flashed.

Maybe there are ghosts.

"Whew. ”

The mountain wind was howling, and around the ruined temple, a white-clothed phantom appeared, his face was pale, and his mouth was spitting out a long house, which looked terrifying and abnormal.

"What the hell!"

On Ning Chen's shoulder, the little gourd suddenly screamed, and he was so frightened that he got into the collar of the former.

The little gourd's shouting startled the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, Ning Chen looked at the woman in white in front of him and stepped forward step by step.

"Immortal Chief, there are ghosts!" said the little gourd nervously.

"It's fine. ”

Ning Chen calmly replied and continued to walk forward.

"Roar!"

In front of the broken temple, the long-tongued woman roared angrily, and her hideous face was abnormal.

"Stand down!"

Ning Chen opened his mouth and said lightly.

The long-tongued woman roared, and was about to step forward when her body suddenly trembled and she took a few steps back in fear.

In front of the stone steps, Ning Chen walked up and entered the ruined temple.

The dilapidated temple is not big, and the temple is dilapidated and abnormal, overgrown with weeds.

Ning Chen looked at the roof, came to a place where it did not rain, and lit a fire.

The little gourd came to the fire, roasted the fire, and still had a look of fear on his face, and said, "Immortal Chief, will that ghost come again?" ”

"Probably not. ”

Ning Chen added some firewood to the fire and said.

"Boom!"

Before the words fell, the gate of the broken temple was blown open by the strong wind, and in front of the door, the woman in white floated, not daring to approach half a step.

"Immortal Chief, I'm afraid. ”

The little gourd raised his head and said timidly.

Ning Chen raised his hand, and the aura of heaven and earth was surging, submerging into the woman's body.

After a while, the woman's soul body quickly solidified, and her distorted face also changed.

The woman in white who has recovered her face has a delicate face, like a girl next door, and I feel sorry for her.

"Leave, or I'll kill you!"

Ning Chen opened his mouth and said indifferently.

The woman in white trembled, saluted respectfully, and quickly retreated.

"She's gone. ”

Ning Chen stretched out his hand and patted the little gourd's head and smiled.

Xiao Hulu saw the woman disappear into the heavy rain, and her immature little face was a little unbearable, and said, "Immortal Chief, it's raining so hard outside, will she be fine?" ”

"Aren't you afraid of her?" asked Ning Chen.

"I was scared just now, but I'm not afraid now. The little gourd whispered.

"Huh. ”

Ning Chen smiled faintly and said, "She is a wronged soul and is not afraid of heavy rain." ”

"Oh. ”

The little gourd nodded thoughtfully, and the simple little head quickly put down the matter and sat down in front of the fire to keep warm.

On a rainy night, the woman in white stood far outside the ruined temple, shivering, her only place to live was occupied and she was homeless.

In the broken temple, the little gourd leaned in front of his gourd and fell asleep, and Ning Chen stayed quietly aside, sitting all night.

The previous battle with the Confucian Dragon was the first time he really felt the terrifying power of the Fifth Realm.

Even with the luck of the Yu Dynasty, he is still powerless in the face of the powerhouse of the fifth realm.

The fifth realm is really an unbelievable realm.

Now, he is still a long way from the fifth realm, and the most crucial thing is that he has not yet turned into a god.

The moon god had told him that the fourth realm was the end of human cultivation, and that if he wanted to enter a higher realm, he had to raise his internal strength to a higher level.

How to transform into a god will be something he needs to solve as soon as possible.

"Immortal ......"

In his sleep, the little gourd turned over and smacked his lips, "I want to eat spirit grass." ”

Ning Chen came back to his senses and smiled faintly, the spirit of all things, with a simple heart, lives carefree.

The long night faded by, and in the east, the sun rose in the east, dispelling the cold of the night.

Outside, the heavy rain gradually stopped, and the little gourd woke up in a daze, 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.

A hundred steps outside the ruined temple, under a big tree, the woman in white hid in the shade of the tree with a frightened face, not daring to let the morning light shine on her soul.

The homeless lonely ghost has become so helpless before the coming day.

Ning Chen walked over, saw the woman in the shade of the tree, and said calmly, "Go back." ”

When the woman in white heard this, her expression was shocked, and she looked at the broken temple behind her, which was only a hundred steps away, but now it seemed to be far away.

Ning Chen raised his hand, and the leaves scattered in the sky, turning into a barrier to block the morning light.

"Thank you, Immortal!"

Seeing this, the woman in white knelt down excitedly and saluted respectfully.

Ning Chen didn't say anything more and walked away.

"Immortal ......"

On his shoulder, the little gourd opened his eyes half-asleep, looked around, and said, "It's dawn." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ning Chen nodded and said, "It's dawn." ”

"Where's the female ghost?"

Xiao Hulu turned his head, looked at the broken temple behind him, and asked.

"Go back. ”

Ning Chen said calmly.

The little gourd listened to it, and then he was relieved.

Not long after the two left, in the middle of the mountain, a monk in Tsing Yi with a Zen staff walked up, holding a charm in his hand, chasing the whereabouts of the ghosts.

"Found it!"

Before the temple was broken, the monk in Tsing Yi stopped, looking at the spell in his hand, his eyes flashed with condensation.

Inside the broken temple, the woman in white felt the murderous intent outside the temple, and her delicate face changed slightly.

In front of the temple, the monk in Tsing Yi stepped into the ruined temple, his eyes swept over the temple, looking for hidden ghosts.

"Come out. ”

The monk in Tsing Yi said coldly.

In the dilapidated temple, there was no sound, and it was unusually quiet.

"Toast and don't eat and drink!"

The monk in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, and the Zen staff in his hand shook to the ground, and suddenly, a powerful Buddha power swung away, shaking away the surrounding ghost qi.

"Ahh

In the temple, a terrible shout sounded, Buddha Li added body, and the body of the woman in white quickly collapsed, and her soul was scattered.