readx; The door slowly opened, and instead of any rare treasures, it was a gray chaos, empty, not even walls, just chaos. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair to enter it, and he didn't react yet, but when he saw a team of headless Yin soldiers stepping on, beside the Yin soldiers, there were ghosts and ghosts hovering sideways, which was very terrifying.

The Yin Soldier borrowed the way, the ghost possessed, Ning Chen tried to avoid it, but found that no matter how he dodged, the Yin Soldier was still getting closer and closer to him.

"Hallucinations?"

Ning Chen frowned, not understanding what was going on, but when he turned around, he found that the gate had disappeared, and only he and thousands of Yin soldiers were left in the entire chaos.

"Kill"

The Yin soldiers raised their arms, the sound of killing shook the sky, and in a blink of an eye, they were in front of them.

Strange image, but not completely illusory, Ning Chen waved his hand and pulled out the ink sword behind him, and the sword swung several battles, and his body retreated ten steps away.

Fortunately, the wheelchair under him was made by a gentleman from the academy, otherwise, he would have been unable to withstand this series of battles and would have been completely destroyed.

This battle came inexplicably, Ning Chen didn't dare to be careless, swung his sword and condensed his qi, and fought into the Yin soldiers.

The Yin soldiers are not strong, they are weaker than ordinary soldiers, but they are accompanied by ghosts, and it is much more troublesome to deal with.

There were too many Yin soldiers, and Ning Chen's body gradually began to have scars, and Zhan Ge cut through his body, and a breath of yin and cold would be brought in in from the splash of blood.

The ghost sword is difficult to hurt, and only the true qi can forcibly suppress it, however, every time the ghost passes through the body, Ning Chen will feel that the true qi in his body is stagnant, and his spirit is much worse.

"You can't enter, you can't retreat, it's all demons in the way"

Ning Chen's heart was furious, the sea of qi was surging, the ink sword was frosty, and with a sword swing, the seven Yin soldiers flew with stumps.

Endless Yin soldiers, endless ghosts, Ning Chen's body has more and more scars, and the blood is flowing more and more, in the chaotic world, the stump corpses are broken all over the place, accumulating more and more, and the corpses are full of bones.

Without any rest, nor any respite, the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand had been stained red with dark red blood, and the corpses under him were even more numerous than could be counted.

I don't know how long he killed, Ning Chen only felt that his hand holding the sword was no longer conscious, and he was only driven by instinct, and he still continued to harvest the Yin soldiers and ghosts in front of him.

"Ahem"

The severe depletion of the true qi caused the injury that had been suppressed before to erupt again, Ning Chen's mouth was red, and he looked up, only to find that at some point, there was no longer a Yin soldier in front of him who could stand up.

The chaotic world is the same everywhere, there is no distinction between night and day, as if the chaos of the first opening of the Vientiane, everything is irregular.

Here, Ning Chen found that his true qi had recovered much faster than usual, and even his cultivation, which had not made any progress recently, was faintly showing signs of a breakthrough.

It's a pity that this is not a safe and good place, let alone a treasure place for cultivation.

He didn't know when the Yin Soldiers would appear again, this dead thing that didn't know pain, although it lacked spiritual intelligence and combat power, but the huge number and half-lived ghosts and ghosts were really difficult to deal with.

"Stampede"

Just when Ning Chen finally suppressed his injuries and regained some strength, the distant war horses galloped, and in the blink of an eye, four headless black-armored Yin Riders had already slashed at him with their halberds.

With a bang, the swords and halberds collided, and the headless Yin Rider came with the remnants of the war horse, and Ning Chen's right hand was numb, and he was shocked by the impact of the war halberd five zhang away.

"It's endless"

Ning Chen coughed lightly, looking at the four headless yin riders who surrounded him, the ink sword in his hand trembled, and the blood flowed down the trend, falling on the corpse under him.

"Bang"

The battle started again, the four halberds were linked, the offense and defense were alternated, even if Ning Chen's skill was slightly better, in the face of the inseparable cooperation of the four people, he couldn't break the game for a while, and his body was stained with blood again.

"It's annoying."

Unable to attack for a long time, Ning Chen was bored in his heart, and he couldn't block or avoid the attacking halberd, and he was hard to be defeated.

The halberd entered the body and was dyed red wholesale, but I saw a bloody hand holding the halberd body, and it was difficult to move half an inch in the bronze halberd.

"When"

At this moment, the other three halberds came from three directions, and the ink sword in Ning Chen's hand swung over, swinging the two halberds, and then retreated, avoiding the third halberd.

One of the four halberds was missing, and there was a flaw in the cooperation, Ning Chen's left hand pulled backwards with his strength, bullied up, slashed with a sword, and immediately broke off the headless yin riding arm in front of him.

"Ahem"

In a short moment, the battle situation changed several times, and Ning Chen's body could not bear the severe load, and he began to cough violently.

Yin Rider's arm strength is endless, each halberd has the power of opening mountains and cracking stones, which can be blocked by non-human beings, Ning Chen relied on the skills of the four grades of the day after tomorrow, and blocked several moves in a row, and his body began to gradually lose power.

"This Fight"

Ning Chen held the halberd he snatched from the Yin Rider, only to feel a cold aura constantly rushing into the meridians from the palm of his hand, and he had no choice but to use his true qi to forcibly suppress it, so that he could feel better.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, this halberd must have been a very good divine weapon a long time ago, but it had been in the Yin Rider for too long, and it was contaminated with excessive Yin Qi and became a Yin Soldier.

If you can expel the yin qi in the battle halberd, maybe it will restore the original characteristics of the divine weapon, however, this possibility is very small, the biggest possibility, the yin qi is expelled, and this yin soldier will also become a scrap metal.

Four Yin Cavalry, one of them has been abolished, there are great flaws in attack and defense, and it is not too much of a threat to him, in addition to the great strength of the Yin Cavalry, its own combat power is not very terrible, and there are three left, Ning Chen finally broke them one by one without danger, no matter what, he has also defeated the four-rank martial artist of the six-rank master, although it is not glorious to win, but after all, he still won.

Ning Chen put away a war halberd, ready to study it well in the future, this war halberd is too threatening to him, not to mention that it is strong and resistant to cutting, the yin qi in it has the purpose of mutual restraint of the true yuan in his body, and every time he touches the move, it will invisibly consume a lot of his true qi.

The Yin Qi of the Land of Chaos is getting heavier and heavier, the Yin Soldiers, the Yin Cavalry are originally soldiers of the underworld, how can they appear here?

He just pushed open the door of the Netherworld, why did he come to this strange chaotic world?

Ning Chen couldn't figure it out, so he could only seize all the time to breathe and heal, fortunately, the aura in this place was quite strong, and the recovery of true qi was more than a step faster than outside.

The injuries on his body are already very serious, new and old injuries, internal and external injuries, all of which urgently need to be recuperated, but unfortunately, what he lacks most now is time.

Yin soldiers and yin cavalry don't know when they will appear again, stay here for a long time, even if they are not consumed, they will be starved to death.

At this time, he missed the little white horse a little, if this guy also came, how could it be meat if he was hungry.

Thinking about it, the Yin soldier appeared again, Ning Chen's head was big, he sighed lightly, and had to pull out the ink sword again.

The battle situation is very boring, it is still a one-sided slaughter, no matter how ordinary the qualifications are, they will become more and more good at fighting in the continuous battle, Ning Chen's qualifications are very unsightly in the eyes of those geniuses, but they are already good in the category of normal people.

After the Yin soldiers, there were still Yin Cavalry, the same four people, the battle was more intense, and the injuries in exchange were more serious, but he had no choice.

In the end, Ning Chen himself didn't know how many Yin soldiers and Yin Cavalry he had killed, every time he fought the same, he was injured, he healed, and then he fought again, and he was injured again, and he was healed again.

Killing people to vomit may be how he feels now.

He didn't want to die, so he had to keep going.

And, in this place, it doesn't seem so easy to die.

The injuries on his body did not deteriorate, and time seemed to have stopped working here, but the accumulation of injuries was enough for him to drink a pot.

He even wondered if he would have died immediately from such a serious injury if he had been able to get out.

He didn't know what was going to happen in the future, but he knew that at least he didn't want to die now.

There was no time, so he used the halberd of the Yin Rider to count, killing one wave to collect four handles, killing two waves to collect eight handles, and killing to the end, wave after wave appeared one after another, and the number was not clear.

The battle halberds were piled up into a hill, and Ning Chen had a headache when he saw it, and he didn't bother to count them again.

Later, the battle halberds were counted in piles, one pile, two piles......

Yin soldiers and yin cavalry continued to appear, after fighting again and again, Ning Chen dealt with it more and more easily, and when he encountered Yin cavalry again, it was no longer a battle of equal strength, but a one-sided killing, cutting melons and vegetables, without any suspense of battle.

The blood on the ink sword had never dried, and the smell was fishy and a little disgusting.

The days without time, such monotonous and boring, Ning Chen felt that he was about to go crazy, if it weren't for the constant appearance of Yin soldiers and Yin Cavalry as companions, he had no doubt that he would probably have gone crazy a long time ago.

He was tired of killing, annoyed, and even vomited nauseously, but he still had to keep killing.

The mental torture had gone far beyond the physical pain, and if it weren't for the stubbornness to live, he might have let go of the ink sword in his hand and let the halberd of the Yin Rider tear him apart.

Just when Ning Chen finally couldn't hold on anymore and was about to reach the brink of collapse, cracks suddenly appeared in the chaotic world around him, and they shattered with a bang.

The vision changed instantly, and in the gloomy and majestic hall, a small white horse ate a bead on the altar in one bite, breaking the entire source of illusion.

Ning Chen was saved, and what saved him was a little white horse that he had been thinking about eating meat for a long time.

Maybe in the evening, Ning Chen would go crazy, but the little white horse ate in time, and at the most critical moment, he ate the most critical thing.

Ning Chen only saw what the little white horse had swallowed, it seemed to be a bead, as for what it was, he didn't know.

On the altar, there was also a page of golden paper, a strange blood-colored demon sword, and a noble purple-gold divine sword.

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair to the front of the altar and patted the little white horse's horse, with a good attitude, expressing his gratitude.

"Whew"

The little white horse didn't understand, and didn't react to why the owner, who had always been very bad to him, had changed so much.

In front of the altar, Ning Chen stared at the golden paper, thought for a long time, and then bit his finger and dripped the blood up, only to see the golden light flourishing, the golden paper slowly rising, and then turning into a streamer and submerging into his dantian qi sea.

The same move, Ning Chen used it on the blood-colored demon sword and the purple gold divine sword, however, the sword flashed, and it shook the blood droplets away, refusing to accept it.

Sven's no, then it will be barbaric, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and his true qi ran and grabbed the demon knife, but when he saw a majestic huge force attacking, he suddenly shook the uninvited hand on the hilt.

Ning Chen withdrew his right hand and tried to move towards the long sword, but the result was the same.

Now Ning Chen is no longer a little white in the martial arts, naturally he knows what is going on, this demon sword and divine sword do not recognize him, perhaps from the beginning, he and the vast majority of people have thought wrong, this netherworld ruins are not ownerless, but waiting for someone to arrive, and this person is obviously not him.

If it hadn't been for the little white horse swallowing the beads and saving him just now, he would probably have fallen into an illusion forever.

As for why the little white horse was not trapped by the illusion, it was not for him to know, but he really couldn't imagine that a horse would be trapped by the illusion.

The reality now is that the little white horse swallowed someone else's beads, he took someone else's golden paper, and he couldn't take away the most precious demon sword and divine sword here.