Sending a message to the peak, the cold wind caresses, the fallen leaves are scattered, and the breath of late autumn spreads among the mountains, and it is a little bleak. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of the platform, the red clothes bowed and saluted, meeting the lord of Momen.

"Master," Ning Chen said respectfully.

"What's the matter?" on the platform, the ink lord spoke, and said.

"The disciple is here to ask the master, is there really a ban on time in this world" Ning Chen didn't go around in circles, and asked directly.

When the ink lord heard this, he was puzzled, "Why do you ask this?"

"The disciple had come into contact with the Huangquan Forbidden in an ancient place and benefited a lot, so he was very interested in the forbidden years of the same gods," Ning Chen replied.

"Yes"

Lord Mo bowed his head and said slowly, "Four hundred years ago, when I was out and was not the master of the Lord of Ink, I saw a great cultivator who had exerted the power of the Forbidden Years and the Forbidden Destruction of the Divine Forbidden, and I am still unforgettable."

Ning Chen's expression froze, and he said, "Master, do you know who that great cultivator is?"

Lord Mo shook his head and said, "I don't know, the fate of one side has never met again."

Ning Chen's face showed regret, and after a while, he suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, looked at the old man in front of him, his expression condensed, and said, "The disciple has one more matter, I don't know whether to ask."

"Say," Mo replied.

"Where did the eighth senior sister go, and what can I do?" Ning Chen said.

When the ink lord heard this, the old man's eyes did not change, and he said lightly, "The catastrophe of the old eight reality is coming, you need to concentrate on meditation, and you won't come back for the time being, as for how long, it depends on when the old eight can take this crucial step."

"I don't know where the Eighth Senior Sister's retreat is?" Ning Chen didn't give up and continued to ask.

"What are you looking for?" said Lord Mo's eyes narrowed.

"The disciple's cultivation has encountered a bottleneck, and the Taiyin True Sutra cultivated by the Eighth Senior Sister and the Sun True Sutra cultivated by the disciple complement each other, which may help the disciple overcome this bottleneck," Ning Chen said calmly.

Lord Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a long time, he said, "The Gara Star in the north of the Hongluan Star Domain, there is a demonic disaster coming, you can deal with it, just take the opportunity to break through the bottleneck."

"Eighth Senior Sister"

Ning Chen spoke, however, before he could ask, he was interrupted.

"The matter of the eighth child, let's talk about it after you come back, the matter of the demon disaster cannot be delayed, let's leave today" Lord Mo said in a cold tone.

"Yes, the disciple is retiring"

Ning Chen saluted respectfully, and had no choice but to leave first.

The fifth peak, Qi Huan looked at the direction of the Message Peak, and sighed deeply, Lao Jiu has a heart, but unfortunately, he still can't do anything.

Outside the peak, Ning Chen's expression sank, and with a single step, he swept towards the ninth peak.

Behind, on the platform, the ink lord looked at the former's disappearing back, his brows furrowed, and the unhappy look could no longer be concealed.

On the ninth peak, the red light gathered, and Ning Chen appeared and walked out of the dragon gate.

Yin'er, who had been waiting, saw it, trotted up, and said with concern, "Did you ask something?"

"I'll talk about this later, pack up your things and go out," Ning Chen responded.

Yin'er was stunned and puzzled, "Didn't we just come back, why do we have to leave again?"

"The task handed over by the ink master, let's talk about it on the way if there is something, let's clean it up first," Ning Chen instructed.

"Yes"

Hearing this, Yin'er didn't ask any more questions, trotted back to the bamboo house, re-brought the package that she hadn't had time to open, and handed it to the former.

Ning Chen waved his hand to put away the package, and immediately took the little girl down the mountain.

Outside the ink gate, Ning Chen turned his head, his expression was condensed, and after a last look, he stepped into the dragon gate and disappeared.

Starry sky, on the way north, Yin'er couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Jia Luo Xing" Ning Chen responded.

"Why are you going there?" said Yin'er, puzzled.

"Lord Mo said that there is a demon disaster there, but this is obviously Lord Mo's statement that he separated me, the Lord of the Ink Sect Peaks, each of them is not a weak person, how can it not be my turn to come forward, the real problem is still in the disappearance of Ayaluo Zhen, my question obviously made Lord Mo unhappy" Ning Chen said in a condensed voice.

"What then, Sister Ayara, is something really happening?" said Yin'er, with a worried look on her face.

"What about the box of rouge I asked you to put away?" Ning Chen thought for a moment and said.

"Here"

Yin'er took the rouge out of her arms and handed it over.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand to take it, opened the box, and looked at the rouge that was as red as blood inside, and after a long time, his eyes narrowed, and he was in trouble.

"What's wrong, do you see anything?" asked Yin'er anxiously.

"Ayaluo really has an accident, it is likely that he is the same as Ling Yun, the Lord of the Third Peak, who is more fierce and less auspicious," Ning Chen responded.

"How so?"

Yin'er felt very uncomfortable, tears flashed in her big eyes, and she said, "How do you know?"

"There is real blood in this box of rouge, obviously she sensed the danger and deliberately left it," Ning Chen replied.

"Who is going to harm Sister Ayara, Lord Mo?" said Yin'er sadly.

"It's not certain yet, but judging from the current situation, it's very likely," Ning Chen said with a solemn expression.

Yin'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Then after our trip, we won't go back, it's too dangerous to go there."

"If it is really what the Molord does, whether to return or not, may not be up to us to decide"

Ning Chen sighed softly, "If we could leave, Ling Yun and Ayaluo Zhen would have left a long time ago, it is impossible to stay in Moshan and wait for death, there must be a force that they can't resist, it's just that we don't know it now."

"Is there no way?" said Yin'er worriedly.

"Wait and see, according to Qi Huan and Ayaluo's real reminders before, it should be okay before stepping into the realm of stepping immortals."

As soon as the words fell, the black brilliance in Ning Chen's body was permeated, and the demon body turned out, and he said, "Let's separate, and act separately according to the plan."

"En," Ning Chen nodded.

"What about me?"

Seeing this, Yin'er asked urgently.

"You follow the phoenix body first, I won't leave for too long this time, here in Momen, it's really troublesome, it's difficult for the phoenix body to hold on alone, I'll be back soon" The demon body said calmly.

"Oh"

Hearing this, Yin'er nodded, and responded obediently.

"Don't reveal your identity, besides, Xuanluo will come back at some point, so be cautious," Ning Chen reminded.

"I know, after finding a suitable spiritual vein, I will rush back as soon as possible, and before that, try not to clash head-on with the ink lord"

After speaking, the demon body didn't say anything more, and the figure flashed and swept towards the other side of the starry sky.

"Let's go too"

Watching the demon body leave, Ning Chen took the little girl beside him and sped up his speed, rushing towards the north of the Hongluan Star Domain.

The Gara Star, the demonic aura is shrouded, the entire big star has almost turned into a death star, corpses are all over the field, and rivers of blood are flowing everywhere.

The real horror, the catastrophe of the world, shocking people's hearts.

In front of the Killing Sword Sect, the Emperor of Xuanyi stood still, his white hair was flying, his eyebrows were dazzling, his terrifying aura was shaking, and the surrounding mountains were constantly shaking.

The emperor of the demons, his eyes are cold, the magic sword in his hand is constantly dripping blood, the recast magic sword, the reappeared demon, and the murder is even more than in the past.

In the Killing Sword Sect, the swordsmen formed a formation, and one after another Grandmaster-level powerhouses sat in charge, and they were able to block the Demon Tribulation.

In front of the formation, the white-haired Xuanyi Emperor moved, and the magic sword was shining brightly, and in an instant, the demon power swept for nine days.

"Reincarnation"

The magic sword slashed, the sword disc coiled out, reincarnation, cycle after cycle, endless, in an instant, between heaven and earth, thousands of demon sword edges crashed into the sword array, annihilating everything.

"Ugh"

With a muffled snort, more than a dozen great masters of the Sword Sect flew out with blood, and the vermilion in their mouths was sprinkled all over the sky.

"Why" the Lord of the Sword Sect staggered a few steps and asked.

"Because, you deserve to die"

The emperor replied indifferently, the magic sword opened again, and a majestic demonic qi diffused, and suddenly, above the nine heavens, the sea of clouds rolled, and the thunder was ten thousand ways.

"Burial Days"

With a sonorous sound, the demon blade entered the ground, and in an instant, the mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles collapsed, and in the sea of clouds, one after another sword lights fell, burying the heavens and destroying the earth.

There was a bang, the sand waves were frenzied, with the Killing Sword Sect as the center, and the entire mountain range collapsed with it, and the blood was gushing out like air and rain.

In the raging waves of the sand, the emperor walked out, his white hair dancing in the wind, and he walked away.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, the dragon gate manifested, and two figures, one large and one small, walked out.

The sight is shocking, and the only thing that comes into the eyes is blood donation and corpses, and there is no longer a trace of life.

Yin'er covered her small mouth, her body trembled constantly, even if she saw the changes in Zhongzhou at the beginning, it was still difficult to accept this scene again.

Ning Chen looked at the little girl beside him and said softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid"

"Hmm"

Yin'er came back to her senses and answered softly, and her little hand subconsciously grasped it tighter.

"Boom"

Thousands of miles away, the mountain range crashed, and the terrifying fluctuations came, Ning Chen felt it, looked ahead, didn't say anything, and took the little girl to rush away.

The site of the Killing Sword Sect, the blood donation has not dried up, and the red mountain tells of sadness.

Ning Chen rushed to the scene, and when he saw the unfamiliar demonic qi and sword intent around him, his body trembled fiercely.

The sword sect buried in the mountains and stones, in one day, completely became history, once famous all over the world, but now it is just a handful of loess.

Under the rocks, suddenly, a trace of movement sounded, so slightly, but clearly into the ears of the two people present.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, his figure flashed, and he came to the front of the mountain rock, waving his hand to shake the mountain stone.

Below the mountain rock, the blood was dazzling, and the eyes of a middle-aged man in green clothes were dim and abnormal, and the master of the Killing Sword Sect, who was dying of life and death, saw the young man in red who appeared in front of him, and his dim eyes suddenly lit up.

"Magic ......"

I can't finish a word, I can only regret that the hanging arms were never raised, and the master of the sword sect was unwilling to die.

"Alas"

Sighing lightly, Ning Chen stretched out his hand and closed the former's eyes, the grievances before his death were all gone, and he went all the way above the Yellow Spring.

After stopping for a moment, Ning Chen led Yin'er away, and outside the mountain range, he waved his hand and condensed his sword, and one after another sword light rose into the sky, and then did not look at the mountain range behind him.

Rumbling and shaking, the entire collapsed mountain range fell, burying the body of the dead, the dead fell into the earth, and the soul returned to the Yellow Spring.

"Ning Chen, is it really a demon?" Yin'er said softly.

"Yes"

Ning Chen nodded and sighed heavily.

In order to resist the king of Hades, the three souls of Ziyi have all been demonized, and when the eldest grandson left, the unspoken regret has made him unable to let go.

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