Outside the world, different small worlds, one after another big wars have occurred, and Ning Chen, who has been fighting abroad all the year round, has not returned to the fairy realm for nearly a thousand years.

I don't know if it's because of the guilt in my heart or what, Ning Chen flattened the small worlds created by one saint after another, and never returned to the sky.

Thousands of years later, the ghost girl who was hit hard and unconscious still hasn't woken up.

Even though the strength of the Lord of the Underworld was extraordinary, after all, he had not entered the Creation Realm, and had received the full force of the Great Dao Saint's palm, and his physical body was already close to collapse.

For thousands of years, Ning Chen has been working day and night to nourish the body of the ghost girl with his own avenue power, waiting for the day when she wakes up.

And in the depths of the collapsed netherworld, the ghost aura is getting stronger and stronger, and in the ghost aura, a beautiful shadow sits cross-legged, and the beautiful face becomes more and more pale.

For thousands of years, in the womb of the underworld, the holy womb continued to grow, and it was almost time to be born.

At the same time, as the birth of the Holy Fetus was imminent, the body of the underworld became weaker and weaker.

Outside the netherworld, a figure with an indistinguishable yin and yang stood quietly, with a hint of anticipation.

Finally this day has come.

Holy Fetus, this will be the most powerful existence since the beginning of the earth.

In the netherworld, the sound of pain came out, and even the saint-level Netherworld Lord had to endure endless pain at the moment of conception, which was unavoidable.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain that seemed to be endless, and the hatred in his heart rose rapidly.

She wants to crush that person, and scatter the ashes.

"Ahh

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, and suddenly, in the depths of the netherworld, a muffled snort of extreme pain comes out, which makes people feel frightened.

There was a moment of silence, and in an instant, a loud cry came out, accompanied by a powerful holy might, and spread throughout the whole world.

"What is this?"

All sides of the Great World, one after another Great Dao Saints felt it, and their eyes looked in the direction of the Netherworld, and their faces were shocked.

What amazing power.

At the same time, in the small world created by a Great Dao Saint, Ning Chen, who was fighting, felt this breath and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

This familiar feeling, why?

Outside the netherworld, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Yin Feihua's mouth, and with a single step, she rushed into the netherworld.

In the depths of the Netherworld, the body of the Netherworld, who had just given birth to the Holy Fetus, was extremely weak, and it was very difficult to even stand up.

At this time, the smell of red and pink in the sky was permeating, and Yin Feihua broke into the netherworld and forcibly snatched the holy fetus.

"Presumptuous!"

There is a feeling of darkness, and the extremely weak face shows anger, and he barely mentions the yuan, and he is a saint who blocks the avenue of lust.

"Lord of the Netherworld, in your heyday, I may have feared you, but now you are no threat. ”

Yin Feihua slapped his palm, directly shook the Lord of the Netherworld in front of him back a few feet, stepped forward to hug the holy fetus, and turned to leave.

"Poof!"

Ten zhang away, Shen Ming staggered to a halt, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, adding to injury.

"Kid!"

Styx endured his injuries and immediately chased after him.

However, the underworld that had just given birth to the Holy Fetus had been seriously consumed in terms of qi, blood and cultivation, and just by chasing him out of the netherworld, he could no longer see the trace of the Lord of Lust.

"Kid!"

A look of panic flashed in her eyes, the mother's nature, even if she is a saint, is unavoidable, the child is lost, and her heart is completely panicked.

Outside the endless time and space, Ning Chen fought with the master of the small world, and inexplicable irritability also flashed in his heart, and a sword shook back the saint in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, unwilling to fight again, and turned to retreat.

In the small world, the saint breathed heavily, escaped from death, and was covered in a cold sweat.

A hundred days later, before the Netherworld, Ning Chen swept over, looked at the collapsed Netherworld in front of him, weighed it for a long time, and flew into it.

That breath came from here, and he wanted to see what was going on.

The netherworld, devastated everywhere, and the world that was destroyed has been completely destroyed.

Ning Chen searched all over the Netherworld, but he didn't find any breath, and even the Lord of the Netherworld had disappeared.

Ning Chen stood in the Netherworld and waited for ten days, but he never waited for the appearance of the Netherworld.

As a last resort, Ning Chen could only leave.

The starry sky, the turbulence of time and space, a blood-stained underworld traverses time and space, chasing and killing the lust saint for thousands of miles.

After one big battle, the injuries on the body of the dead are getting worse and worse, and there is no time to recover.

He didn't dare to stop, for fear that after he stopped, he would never find any trace of the saint of lust.

It seems that the induction between mother and son, every time the Lust Saint is about to get rid of the pursuit of the Lord of the Netherworld, the Lord of the Netherworld quickly appears in front of him.

After a series of battles, the Lust Saint clearly felt that the cultivation of the Lord of the Netherworld was gradually recovering, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger.

"It's ghostly!"

The Lust Saint looked at the figure hurrying in the distance, thought about it, changed direction, and hurried towards the Eighth Heaven.

Chasing after him, he felt the remnants of the aura of the Great Dao between heaven and earth, looked at the sky, and chased after him again.

The eighth heaven, the world where the gods who control time sit, the laws of time flow, the glow covers the eyes, and the sacredness is extraordinary.

The Lust Saint swept into the eighth heaven, and after a short time, the underworld also chased after him.

"Lord of the Nether, you have crossed the line. ”

However, at this moment, between heaven and earth, a majestic voice sounded, directly blocking the underworld from the eightfold heaven.

"God, wilt thou protect the Lord of Lust!"

Looking at the world in front of him, he said in a deep voice.

"The affairs of this seat do not bother Your Excellency. ”

The god of the eighth heaven spoke, responding.

Hearing this, his expression sank, and his body was full of ghostly energy, and he crashed directly towards the big world in front of him.

In the eighth heaven, the gods raised their hands, and the law of time permeated, violently blocking the attack of the Lord of the Netherworld.

He was also the strongest among the saints, and the strength of the gods of the Eighth Heaven was already above the underworld, but now, the latter was seriously injured, and the gap between the two became more and more huge.

Ten springs, summers, autumns and winters, the two kept fighting, and each time, it ended in a fiasco, and if they couldn't break into the eighth heaven, they had no chance to regain their children.

In the last battle, the god's palm almost pierced the heart of the underworld, if it weren't for the immortality of the saint's body, this battle, the lord of the underworld would be removed from the world.

Eventually, Stygian dragged the Heavy Creation Body away to find another way.

In the seventh heaven, after more than a thousand years, Ning Chen returned to the immortal realm for the first time, fighting for thousands of years, and he was covered in blood.

Ning Chen returned, without alarming too many people, and dragged his tired body into the immortal hall to recuperate from his injuries.

"Why did you come back?" asked Lime softly.

"I'm in trouble. ”

Ning Chen closed his eyes and said tiredly.

The words fell, and above the fairy domain, the figure of the underworld appeared out of thin air, and without saying a word, he directly slapped his palm towards the immortal hall below.

In the Immortal Palace, Ning Chen felt it, and his eyes suddenly opened.

The next moment, above the Immortal Palace, a plain-clothed figure appeared, raising his hand to block the palm of the Netherworld.

"Come with me to save the ghosts!"

Looking at the man in front of him, he couldn't hide his hatred.