The vast Yin River, the vast wasteland.

At the end of the dark clouds, white bones, and gray blood-colored journey, there was a huge statue of ghosts and gods looming and mist. It is not solid, the figure of up to 100,000 zhang stands at the end of the vast Yinchuan Wasteland, not moving at all, but the ears, mouth, eyes and nose are exhaling rolling gray yin, as if the entire Yinchuan Wasteland is exhaled by it, and it is continuously built into a huge underground world.

This is a vast world, withered and decadent, but still gathers tens of thousands of fellow cultivators.

The youngest of the Yin Desolate monks who were sitting on the blood path of the barren country were thousands of years old, and there were many people with a longevity of more than 10,000.

In order to pursue their own way, they were isolated from the world, incognito, and hid underground.

As the Dao of the Yin Desolation faded day by day, their source of power also became fragile, unstable, and crumbling, as evidenced by the statue of the Desolate Emperor in the distance, which represented the vein of the Yin Desolation.

No one knows when the statue of the Desolate Emperor will be dispersed, maybe ten years from now, or ten days from now.

More and more Yin Desolate monks gathered from all directions, waiting in front of the Desolate Blood Dao and the Desolate Emperor Statue, waiting for the moment when the idol collapsed.

"That's the guy, he's coming. ”

"Hehe, it turned out to be him, and it was the same as the legend.

"The Desolate Emperor Trial has been abolished many years ago, and if you want to enter here, you must be born with a desolate body. For thousands of years, the only newcomer is still a casual cultivator, which is rare. ”

"The three princes of the Wasteland, the Marshal of the Ten Paths of the Blood Dao, all wanted to get him, but they didn't expect him to be able to break through the checkpoints and go straight to the current Wasteland Blood Path. Pity. He can only go so far, the final level of the Desolate Emperor Trial has been passed for a long time...... The underworld is long gone, how can he comprehend the way of the desolate emperor and become the master of the underworld?"

In the midst of the discussion, a handsome man in a black cloak walked from afar, and a long gray knife hung from his back. Carrying a seal on his waist, blood marks fell from his eyebrows, and his body was full of a rich murderous aura that could not be concealed.

He came on foot, and all the Yin Desolation monks who had been talking about it before closed their mouths. Although they were long-lived, they were secretly frightened when they noticed the unfathomable murderous aura deposited on the young man's body. Being able to walk on the blood path of the wasteland is not a good stubble, and there have been many killings along the way, but on the blood path of the wasteland. But no one is more murderous than the young man.

Just from the dense bloody scars on his exposed wrists, you can see how many fierce battles he has experienced before.

"Boy, stop! Don't stand in the way of Lao Tzu's enlightenment!"

An old monk with gray hair and an unfathomable aura stood up and pointed at the young monk and scolded.

Naturally, the closer the former, the greater the luck, and the higher the probability of success, who would be willing to give up their ranking position.

Seeing the young monk continue to walk forward. The old monk's face changed drastically, and several highly qualified monks stood beside him.

Wow!

A desolate aura rose from their bodies. Suddenly jumped, rose to the sky, and turned into a god and monster of the Yin Desolation that was thousands of feet high, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, rolling blood tides, and releasing a powerful Dao power that was unique to the Yin Desolation.

Gods and demons roar. The qi fluctuated, and the strength of these Yin Desolate Cultivators was all close to that of the Second Emperor, setting off huge waves in the Blood Dao of the Desolate Country, and thousands of Desolate Ghosts crawled out of the Blood Dao, under the call of murderous aura. Gather thousands of troops and horses, kill and bite Ning Tianxing.

Ning Tianxing stopped, turned sideways, and looked at the five monks of the older generation who had come to the Yin Desolation, and his cold eyes were gray and cold.

He didn't move.

A figure slipped out of him.

The same face at the touch, the body shape that is difficult to distinguish, the action posture and demeanor are the same, except for the second Ning Tianxing's whole body is transparent, which is more gray than the wind and fog of Yinchuan, like a ghost.

Draw the knife!

The Yin Desolation Divine Knife was not unsheathed, and together with the scabbard, it turned into an indescribable strange arc, smashing the ghosts and thousands of troops in the sky, enveloping the incomparable momentum, and in the blink of an eye, the eyebrows of the five Yin Desolate powerhouses were less than a point.

The insolent violence when strangling ghosts and gods, and the lightness of the strong people in the yin and desolation are like nothing, forming a sharp contrast, such as the combination of day and night, the intersection of ghosts and gods, mysterious and mysterious, indescribable.

Collect the knife.

The ghost fetus returns.

Ning Tianxing continued to walk forward.

Bang Bang ...... The five Yin Desolate powerhouses were like bubbles bursting, and the gains of thousands of years of penance and enlightenment all turned into Yin Desolate Ghost Qi when they died, and they were sucked into Ning Tianxing's scabbard.

"It's strong again. ”

"Really...... What happened? He wasn't that strong before!"

"One move killed the five elders of the Kun Palace, and he was more than a hundred times stronger than the rumored ones. ”

Ning Tianxing continued to walk forward, and the purple tide in his eyes gradually faded and returned to gray. After killing the five elders of the Kun Palace, there was no one who dared to provoke the enlightened people on the side of the blood path of the wasteland.

However, at this moment, no less than ten people and horses rushed from all directions in the wasteland, and the breath of the strong people led by each group was far above the five elders of Kungong.

"Ah! The three princes and the marshal of the Ten Roads are here!"

"Are they all running for Ning Tianxing?"

"Needless to say, this kid is so talented that he has turned the wasteland upside down, how can the three princes let him go?"

Ning Tianxing stopped again, looked back at the people and strong men who were getting closer and closer, his eyes were cold, and there was a hint of solemnity between his eyebrows.

A day ago, he was trapped by the princes of Qionggong Palace at the foot of Weeping Cang Mountain, until the Tiannan bloodline suddenly woke up, and the ancient will of the Yin Desolate God Emperor made his cultivation skyrocket, and he fought his way out of the encirclement, taking advantage of the situation to break into the blood path of the desolate country and challenge the last level.

It's not far from the statue of the Desolate Emperor, but the alliance of the princes is about to be killed, is it possible that he still has to continue to hide and wait?

Ning Tianxing's brows furrowed, he could feel the call from fate, something must have happened in the direction of the home outside the Yin Desolation, waiting for him to go back, otherwise why would the ancient blood burn and boil, hitting his chest over and over again?

Bang!

Just as the alliance of princes was about to approach the blood path of the Wasteland, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the sky, and the entrance passage connecting to the outside world slowly appeared.

A large group of people appeared in the sky, black and oppressive, led by a monk carrying a harp and an old man holding a sword.

The faces of the princes and marshals changed in unison.

"What kind of person! Dare to trespass into the wasteland! Hmm, if you can break the seal of the Wasteland Emperor, you must also be from a wasteland...... But you dare to bring outsiders here!Aren't you afraid of the blood curse of the Desolate Emperor!" a prince of the Desolate Kingdom shouted.

"Huh? It's you...... Ghost heart!You're not being ......" Another prince recognized the old man holding the sword, and his face changed drastically.

"Betrayed by you, disqualified from inheritance, and imprisoned in a blood prison, sold to Tianchen? Hahaha, ghost teeth! You never dreamed, I will come back! Now I am no longer called a ghost heart, in Tianchen Continent, people call me Ghost Sword Immortal, and the Lord of the Eight Great Banners of the Eight Desolation War Regiments is below!"

"Just a war group, hehe......" The princes sneered, and the next moment he suddenly remembered something, and his body trembled: "Eight Desolation War Regiment, is it ......?"

"Yes, I am the Emperor of Tianluo, the person of Luo Chuan, the master of the cannon fodder camp. With my boss Luo covering, just the blood curse of the desolate emperor, I'm afraid of a ghost. has the ability to reincarnate the Desolate Emperor and fight with my Luo Boss!" "The Ghost Sword Immortal said triumphantly, as the earliest member of the Eight Desolation War Regiment, he is already the number one person in Luochuan's huge power kingdom, and he has a head and face when he goes out.

"Okay, it's important to get down to business. Yuan Xiao, the leader of the Eight Desolations War Regiment on the side, waved his hand, turned to Ning Tianxing, his eyes flickered, and he arched his hand: "On the order of Luo Chuan, come to help Your Excellency...... After completing the Desolate Emperor Trial, you hope to open up a desolate passage to the Tiannan Domain, so that the army can pass. ”

"Luo Chuan?" Ning Tianxing was stunned, and a warm current welled up in his cold eyes: "I see, this cause and effect belongs to him." He came back, and he also restarted Tiannan and brought back Tiannan luck. ”

Closing his eyes, Ning Tianxing quietly comprehended.

But soon, he opened his eyes again.

Yuan Xiao's voice fell, turned around, and was about to order the Eight Desolations War Group to attack, when he caught that scene in the afterglow, he was slightly startled.

Ning Tianxing drew his sword, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and faced the statue of the Desolate Emperor at the far end of the blood path, and slashed out. (To be continued......)