In the immortal realm, on the cracked void, one immortal hall after another continued to fall, smashing out one huge pit after another, and the Western Immortal Realm, which had endured great battles one after another, fell into collapse.

In the dust waves, several streamers burst out, flying into the distance at great speed, the fairy palace was destroyed, and many strange treasures were born at the same time.

Seeing this, everyone present was shocked, and immediately jumped forward to follow.

The competition of time, at this moment, every minute and every second is so precious, the fairy world will be destroyed, before that, you must go out in time.

"Ninth Senior Brother, this place is too dangerous, I can't take care of you anymore, you can leave first"

In a hurry, Ayara Zhen gave a command, and immediately chased towards a streamer.

The other four sons of Momen also swept in different directions, this trip to the fairy world was too unsuccessful, this is the last chance, before going out, there must be something to gain.

"Yin'er, gone"

Ning Chen whispered softly, looked at the Dao Dao streamer flashing in the distance, and then stepped down, took the little girl beside him, and quickly retreated.

The streamer galloped, disappeared in an instant, and couldn't see his true face clearly, Ning Chen avoided the five sons of Momen and swept towards the side alone.

Ahead, the cyan streamer is getting faster and faster, and the chasing figure is rushing by, one after another, competing with the times and others.

The black clothes were in front, reaching out and grabbing the cyan streamer, at this moment, the blue light was in full bloom, breaking through the space limit, and the speed reached the limit again, and after being caught for a moment, it broke away.

"Can't escape"

Ning Chen's eyes flashed with cold light, Feng Yuan urged to the limit, and under the remnant sun, a black rainbow swept by, chasing after him again.

In the rear, one figure after another followed, and the gap in their respective cultivation gradually revealed.

The moon rises in the west, and the cold moon shines high, at the edge of the fairy world, the blue and black streamers that gallop past at the same time.

The black clothes drank lightly, and the sword light around him rose into the sky, turning into a rain of swords and falling sharply, blocking the front of the blue light.

The road ahead was blocked, Qingguang stagnated, and quickly changed direction, however, after a moment of stagnation, the black clothes in the rear had arrived, turning the palm into Tianluo, locking towards Qingguang.

Bang, in the violent collision, the blue light appeared, a palm-sized boat, mottled with patina, eroded by the years.

"I'll see," Yin'er looked up, curious.

Ning Chen nodded and handed the boat to the little girl.

The boat is slightly cool, and the body of the bronze boat looks a little rough, not like a treasure.

"It's not good-looking" Yin'er looked at it, but she didn't see any clues, so she pouted and handed the boat back.

Ning Chen took it, didn't say anything, and led the little girl towards the outside of the fairy world.

Suddenly, at this moment, a Mai figure swept in from behind, with a majestic palm, breaking through the air.

Ning Chen felt it, his footsteps turned, and the water and light were moving, and he was thousands of feet away.

The young man in Mai snorted coldly, stepped forward, and then stepped forward, palming the rumbling and forcing his life.

The power of stepping on immortals is incomparable, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure flashed quickly, unwilling to touch it, just to get out.

"How long have you been able to hide?"

The young man in Mai sneered, his palms were like thunder, and the bombardment of palm after palm was shocking.

The palm strength was continuous, and he couldn't avoid it, Ning Chen waved his hand and held the sword, and the wind and clouds on the Taishi sword turned, and thousands of sword lights greeted the palm.

Bang shocked, the stone shattered, in the aftermath, the black-clothed figure withdrew, a sword broke through the air, and a hundred zhang mad lan roared out.

"Too weak"

Mai turned his palm and shook the sword light, and the aura around his body continued to rise, stepping up, and the palm power condensed the air flow in all directions, slapping the former.

Ning Chen took Yin'er, stepped on the strange step, moved at great speed, avoided the palm power, and in an instant, the power of the extreme yang on the sword surged, and the sun true scripture martial arts appeared in response to the sound.

The rumbling sword light, rising a hundred zhang, burning the sky and boiling the sea within a hundred miles, the collapsed space, it is difficult to bear this majesty, and it quickly falls.

Seeing this, the ghost slave's eyes were cold, his hands were open and closed, the yin and angry waves were rushing, and the forest was cold, and he greeted him.

With a bang, the heavens and the earth were chaotic, the black clothes drew a few steps, a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he took advantage of the situation to step forward and withdraw from the collapsed fairy world.

"Sky Fall"

The next moment, thousands of sword lights fell from the sky, like a downpour, annihilating the collapsed fairy land in front of them in an instant.

A sword fell from the sky, the heavens and the earth collapsed, the void spread, and a powerful suction force came out, devouring everything around.

"If you're lucky, see you again in the future"

Looking at the annihilated heaven and earth in front of him, Ning Chen said lightly, and then turned around and left.

Outside the fairy realm, the star field is shrouded in mist, and the chaos in all directions is difficult to distinguish, only the sword intent shines, pointing out a bright avenue in the trek.

The familiar sword, the sword breath goes straight to the heart, guiding the lost person to get out of the way.

At the end of the mist, the starry sky is vast and beautiful, and the young figure in the blue robe stands quietly between the heaven and the earth, handsome and refined, as if the sword is a fairy, which makes people unconsciously feel awe.

After a while, two figures, one big and one small, walked out, saw the person in front of them, and respectfully made a junior salute.

"Which one," Prince Yan said calmly.

"Demon" Ning Chen answered honestly.

Prince Yan nodded, looked at the little girl on the side, and said, "Disciple?"

"En" Ning Chen replied lightly, patted the little girl's head, and said, "Yin'er, salute"

"Yin'er has seen her predecessors," Yin'er saluted obediently.

Seeing the juniors, Prince Yan's expression softened a little, and he said, "Come here"

Yin'er raised her head and looked at the man next to her, and then walked over obediently.

Prince Yan waved his hand, blue and red, a little light, and an invisible sword breath submerged into the little girl's right hand.

"What is this?" Yin'er looked at the sword pattern that appeared on her right hand and asked curiously.

"Sword breath," Prince Yan said softly.

"Ning Chen, does he have it?" asked Yin'er puzzled.

"His qualifications are too poor, he can't learn, and it's a waste to give it," Prince Yan said lightly.

When Yin'er heard this, she smiled, looked back and grimaced, and then bowed obediently again.

"Why are you here" Prince Yan looked at the juniors in front of him and said.

"I came with the parade of immortal corpses, because I suspected that the Lord of Momen might know something about the resurrection of the dead, so I temporarily worshiped under Momen......"

Ning Chen briefly said what had happened in the past few days, but the matter about Zhongzhou was only mentioned in one sentence and did not mention much.

Prince Yan listened patiently, nodded, and said, "Immortal corpse parade, there have been things since ancient times, this matter needs to be investigated by yourself, as for the method of resurrecting the dead, don't be in a hurry, even if this method exists in the world, it is in the hands of the Mo Lord or even the strong man above the Mo Lord, with your current strength, you can't resist such an existence."

Ning Chen was silent and did not interject.

"I once told you, too much obsession in your heart will affect your cultivation, your body is the result of the convergence of the grievances of all living beings, you are fortunate to get out of the phoenix body, self-contained, you could have abandoned other thoughts, abandoned the shackles of the world, and concentrated on cultivation, why do you still have to walk on the road that the phoenix body has walked" Prince Yan frowned.

Ning Chen was still silent, and after a long time, he said softly, "I can't believe the current phoenix body, and besides, the body is nowhere to be found, and the method of resurrecting the ghost girl can only be found by me."

"You can trust others, why can't you trust yourself now, the phoenix body and the body have their own creation, since you have chosen your own path, you should go on firmly, demons, after all, you will not be tolerated by the world, what you should do is to continue to concentrate on cultivation until you have the power that can change everything" Prince Yan replied with a cold expression.

In front of the mist of the star field, two figures stood quietly, their faces were the same young, and they couldn't see too many differences, but standing in front of the legend of Tsing Yi, no matter when they arrived, they were all juniors.

Between the two, the atmosphere became a little depressing, and Prince Yan's rebuke was both a reminder and a lesson for the inaction of the younger generations.

Yin'er stood aside, she didn't dare to come out, she had seen the situation when she was in the realm, Ning Chen was angry and bloodied the entire Zhongzhou, she was really worried that these two people would fight without a word.

"The junior is taught, I will deal with the things outside my body as soon as possible, and then concentrate on cultivating" After a long time, Ning Chen saluted respectfully and said.

Hearing the former's words, Prince Yan's expression gradually calmed down, and he continued, "That ink master, cultivation is unfathomable, and your true strength may be far beyond today's performance, remember not to reveal your identity, otherwise there will be a big disaster."

"Younger generations, remember," Ning Chen responded.

"Your sword, I've seen it, it's not bad" After finishing the matter, Prince Yan rarely praised it, and said.

"Seniors are too famous"

Ning Chen's deep eyes flashed with a faint wave, paused, and said softly, "Senior, there is one thing, I may have to trouble you to go."

"What's the matter?" asked Prince Yan.

"In the immortal hall of the Eastern Immortal Realm, the younger generation once obtained a sword of Zhu Immortal, but when dealing with the invasion of Tianfu, with the help of earth qi, it turned into a forbidden land, and now, this sword cannot be taken out," Ning Chen said.

Hearing this, Prince Yan nodded lightly and said, "I will take a trip when I have time and help you take it out."

On the side, Yin'er heard it and said in a coquettish voice, "Senior, when you go back, can you go to Sword Casting Villa and tell my mother, I'm fine, let them not worry"

"Yes"

Prince Yan responded and said, "It's not too early, those people in the fairy world should almost come out, remember, no matter how far you go in the future, don't forget to take the time to go back to Daxia to incense her."

"Hmm"

Ning Chen nodded and answered.

"I'm gone, cherish"

After speaking, Prince Yan didn't say anything more and walked away.

Cyan Huayi, windless automatic, a contemporary legend of Daxia, a person who guides the way on the sword of knowing his fate, looking for a sword all his life, listening to a sword all his life, proving his sword for a lifetime, and leaving again after a trip to the fairy world.

Tsing Yi, who is gradually moving away, disappears into the starry sky, the tall figure, dusty and lonely, the master is nowhere to be seen, there is no one to prove the sword, perhaps, the legendary life, it should be lonely.

Ning Chen watched Prince Yan leave, silent, speechless.

Demons, heartless, not warm and cold, but not dementia, the demon body can see clearly, so, word by word, keep it in mind.

"Ning Chen, where are we going now?" Yin'er stepped forward, holding the big hand with her small hand, and asked in a coquettish voice.

"Huimo Star," Ning Chen said softly.

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