Netherworld, knowing the fate of the lord of the netherworld, an amazing battle, and the eighteen hells that have been fought have to go back.

The underworld, the master in charge of the Netherworld, has a terrifying combat power, and has surpassed ordinary saints, reaching the level of the Firmament Saint and the Eighth Heavenly God.

There is a providence in the underworld, and after the Ningchen battle situation fell into a disadvantage, outside the netherworld, the immortal corpse parade hurried over and broke into the netherworld hell.

In the sedan chair, the underworld Yan Jun rushed out, wearing a bright red wedding dress, and the Yan Emperor in his hand bloomed with dazzling purple brilliance, swinging his sword and slashing at the lord of the netherworld.

"My dearest sister, how can the edge of your sword be pointed at your own sister. ”

Shen Ming pointed and blocked the Yan Emperor Divine Sword, looked at the woman in red in front of him, and said with a smile.

With a thud, the Holy Yuan around his body was permeated, and he suddenly shook back from the underworld in front of him.

In the rear, Ning Chen's expression sank when he saw this, and the four swords were in the sky, and his might was pushed to the limit.

The earth-shattering energy, the sword shook the nine heavens and ten earths, and in the battle, the white-haired figure in plain clothes swept by, and the four swords flowed together, crashing into the Lord of the Netherworld.

Surrounded by darkness, the pervasive Saint Yuan shook sharply, and it was difficult to bear the power of the four swords flowing simultaneously.

There was a violent shock, and the Shengyuan collapsed, and the feet of the underworld took half a step back, and a drop of blood fell silently on the red lips.

For the first time since the Great War, the Lord of the Netherworld has been injured, and although it is not serious, it gives people hope to rebel against the gods.

"Stand down!"

With a cold shout, Shen Ming raised his hand and directly slapped the fate in front of him out with a palm.

"Faerie Venerable, and my dearest sister, you have really made me angry. ”

As the words fell, the underworld body slowly rose into the air, and suddenly, in the underworld, the ghostly qi was flourishing, gathering sharply from all directions.

"Let's go!"

Seeing this, Yan Jun of the Difu covered his head with a big red hijab, his complexion changed, and he immediately swept in front of Zhifang, and shook the latter out of the battle with a palm.

Rumble!

At this time, in the middle of the battle, the Lord of the Netherworld made a move, and a palm that destroyed the world and the earth was directly slapped down.

There is no way to avoid it, there is no way to stop it, and the figure of Yan Jun, who has suffered the palm of the Lord of the Netherworld, flew out and smashed down on the earth.

In the air, the big red hijab was flying, stained with blood, and the eyes were unusual.

Outside the battle situation, Ning Chen saw the face of Yan Jun of the Underworld, and his already endless heart trembled.

Ghost girl!

Even though there was a long speculation, however, after seeing it with my own eyes, I still couldn't keep it calm.

"Ghost girl!"

Ning Chen's figure swept by, came to the ghost girl, helped her up, and said bitterly, "It's really you!"

The years are ruthless, and everything has already changed, at the beginning, she was still a weak young man, and she appeared in his life.

"Let's go!"

The ghost girl said weakly, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, and she dyed her red wedding dress over and over again.

"For the sake of a ruthless man, sacrifice after sacrifice, my stupid sister, is it worth it?"

Shen Ming stepped forward step by step, and said with a cold expression.

"It's okay. ”

In front of the ghost girl, Ning Chen stretched out his hand to support the face of the woman in front of him, his expression was extremely gentle, and said, "This time, I won't let you leave again." ”

Soft-spoken, gentle as water, Ning Chen, who had almost forgotten the emotions of the world, was full of tenderness on his face at this moment, and he couldn't dissolve with richness.

The demonic qi is surging, like a stormy wave, like a huge wave, a heavy and cold breath is surging, and the demon knows his fate, but his expression is more and more gentle.

In an instant, on the void, a huge avenue bridge manifested, rapidly condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Demon Dao, known for its killing and ruthlessness, is now the path of love.

Ning Chen got up, raised his sword, and without saying a word, his figure swept out in an instant.

Rumble!

There was a shocking earthquake, the chaos of yin and yang, the netherworld, the ghost qi and the demonic qi violently impacted, and the entire netherworld collapsed.

The Netherworld collapsed, the terrifying power swung out, and all three people inside were shaken out.

"Look for death!"

In the void, his expression sank, and his ghost aura condensed, refusing to know his fate in front of him.

Ning Chen stepped forward to stop the retreat, his figure swept by, and his body was surging with demonic flames, ten times the attack, condensed into a punch.

Rumble!

Fighting again, in the void, a terrifying wave of qi surged, destroying the bodies of the two.

Close at hand, Ning Chen raised his hand to clasp the left shoulder of the Netherworld, and the demonic flames were filled with madness, wanting to incinerate the Lord of the Netherworld in front of him.

The demonic flames burned the body, and the clothes that turned out of the ghosts around the body were destroyed in an instant, and a large area of white skin was exposed, which was dazzling and abnormal.

Aside from cultivation and identity, the Lord of the Netherworld is an absolute beauty in both appearance and temperament, however, the Netherworld himself doesn't care, and Ning Chen ignores it.

Hand-to-hand combat, extremely dangerous, in the face of the fighting style of the master of the fairy realm in front of him, the underworld is also not weak, and he slammed into the former with one palm.

Cultivation has reached the realm of saints, but the battle between the two has returned to the most primitive physical combat of human beings, which looks ordinary and unremarkable, but in fact it is becoming more and more dangerous.

The left shoulder of the dark was pierced by Ning Chen's punch, and the blood flowed sideways, staining a large area of white skin.

Similarly, Ning Chen's right rib was also punched out by the Netherworld Lord's palm, and the white bones loomed, which was terrifying.

It's just that the physical bodies of the two are all strong and abnormal, and even the most serious injuries will recover quickly.

After several confrontations, almost all the clothes on the body of the underworld have been burned, perhaps it is the instinct of a woman, in the war, the underworld always intentionally or unintentionally covers some private ~ parts.

It is precisely because of this that the Shadow Shadow was restricted in his hand and suffered extremely serious injuries several times.

In a tragic and somewhat ridiculous battle, neither of them spared, and the only purpose was to kill the other.

The two of them fought from the netherworld to nothingness, and from nothingness to a strange small world, for three days and three nights, the two did not know how many small worlds they had destroyed, and the injuries on their bodies became more and more serious, even the body of the saint could not be repaired in time.

After another ten days, the bodies of the two of them were almost destroyed, and because their physical bodies were extremely injured, their cultivation was already difficult to exert, if it weren't for the faintly palpable terrifying holy might, the two of them were no different from mortals.

In the unknown small world, the bodies of the two fell from the sky and smashed into the valley.

In the valley, the smell of red and pink was permeated, and a figure with a bewitching and handsome face, and the yin and yang were difficult to distinguish, walked forward, looking at the two people who fell into the valley, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The heavens treated him well, and even sent two saints to let him fulfill his dream.

The next moment, in the valley, the smell of red and pink was flourishing, blocking all spring light.

In the red and pink breath, two naked ~ naked bodies were entwined, and the body temperature rose sharply.

The spring is infinite, but it is covered by the red and pink smell of the sky, and from the outside, you can't see anything.

After some time, the valley fell silent, and there was no more sound.

Half a day later, an extremely terrifying roar suddenly erupted in the quiet valley, and even the saint was completely out of shape.