Marquis of Grand Xia

The door opened slowly, and it wasn't any strange treasures that looked into it, but a gray chaos, nothing, and no walls, just chaos.

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair into it, but there was no response, but it was terrifying to see a team of headless Yin soldiers stepping on the side of the Yin soldiers, with ghosts and ghosts traversing them.

Yin Bing borrowed the way, the ghost was possessed, Ning Chen tried to avoid it, but found that no matter how to avoid it, Yin Bing was getting closer and closer to him.

"Illusion?"

Ning Chen frowned and didn't understand what was going on. When he looked back, he found that the gate had disappeared, and he and Qianbaiyin soldiers remained in the entire chaos.

"kill"

Yin Bing lifted Ge, killing the sky, and in a blink of an eye, he had reached him.

A weird image, but not completely illusory, Ning Chen waved his hand and pulled out the black sword behind him.

Fortunately, the wheelchair under him was made by a gentleman of the college, otherwise, he would have been unable to withstand this series of battles and was completely destroyed.

Inexplicably, Ning Chen didn't dare to take care of this battle, brandished his sword, and fought into the Yin soldiers.

Yin soldiers are not strong, they are weaker than ordinary soldiers, but they are accompanied by ghosts, and it is much more troublesome to deal with.

There are too many Yin soldiers, and Ning Chen gradually began to have scars. War Ge cut his body, and all the blood splashes will bring a yin to cold breath.

The ghost sword is difficult to hurt, and only true energy can be forced to suppress it. However, every time a ghost passes by, Ning Chen will feel that his energy is stagnant and his spirit is much worse.

"Can't get in, can't retreat, it's all demon blocking"

Ning Chen was furious, the sea of ​​air was turbulent, the ink sword condensed frost, and the sword swayed, and the seven Yin soldiers flew with their remaining limbs.

Endless Yin soldiers, endless ghosts, Ning Chen's body has more and more scars, and blood is flowing more and more. In the chaotic world, the corpses of broken limbs are all over the ground, and the more they accumulate, the more bones become mountains.

Without any rest and without any breathing, the ink sword in Ning Chen's hands has been stained with dark red blood, and the corpses under him are too numerous to count.

I don't know how long it took to kill, but Ning Chen only felt that his hand holding the sword was not conscious. Only instinctively, he continued to reap the shadow soldiers and ghosts in front of him.

"Cough"

The serious wear and tear of True Qi led to the outbreak of the previously depressed injury again. Ning Chen's mouth vomited red and looked up, but he found that there was no longer a Yin soldier who could stand before his eyes.

The chaotic world is the same everywhere. There is no difference between night and day, as if the chaos when Vientiane first opened, everything is irregular.

Here, Ning Chen found that his true energy recovered much faster than usual, and even the cultivation practice that had not made any progress recently had faint signs of breakthrough.

It is a pity that this is not a safe place, let alone a treasure of cultivation.

He didn't know when the Yin soldiers would reappear. This painless dead creature, although lacking intellect and lack of combat power, was difficult to cope with the huge number and half-life ghosts and ghosts.

"Tap"

Just when Ning Chen finally suppressed his injury and recovered some strength, the distant war horse galloped, and in a blink of an eye, the four headless black armor Yinqi had slashed.

With a bang, the sword halberds collided, and the headless Yinqi came with Yu Wei, the war horse. Ning Chen's right hand was numb and was shocked by the impact of the war halberd.

"Endless"

Ning Chen coughed and looked at the four headless Yin Qis that surrounded him. The ink sword trembled in his hand. The blood ran down and fell on the corpse under him.

"Bang"

The battle was reopened, the four halberds were in a row, the offensive and defensive rotation, even if Ning Chen was slightly better, facing the inseparable cooperation of the four, he could not break the game for a while, and he was bloodied again.

"so annoying"

Unable to attack for a long time, Ning Chen was bored in his heart.

The battle halberd entered the body, and the dye was red, but it saw a **** hand grabbing the halberd. It was difficult to move the bronze battle halberd half a minute.

"when"

At this moment, three other battle halberds came from three sides, and Ning Chen waved the ink sword in his hand, swaying the two halberds, and immediately retreated, avoiding the third halberd.

The four halberds lacked one, and with the short-term flaws, Ning Chen dragged his left hand backwards and bullied himself, struck across with a sword, and straddled his head without a head.

"Cough"

For a brief moment, the battle situation changed, Ning Chen could not bear the severe load, and began to cough suddenly.

Yin Qi's arm strength is endless, each halberd has the power of cracking the mountain, and it is unstoppable. Ning Chen relies on the skill of the acquired fourth grade, and he continues to block several tricks.

"This battle"

Ning Chen held the war halberd seized from the Yin Qi, and only felt a cold breath continually rushing into the meridian from the palm of his hand.

If he didn't guess wrong, this battle halberd must have been a very good magician long ago, but, after spending too long in the Yin Rider, he was contaminated with excessive yin and turned into a Yin soldier.

If you can get rid of the Yin Qi in the War Halberd, you might still restore the original Divine Soldier characteristics, but this may be very small, the biggest possibility is that the Yin Qi is expelled, and this Yin Ying will also become a waste. iron.

Four Yinqi, one of them is obsolete, both offensive and defensive have a lot of flaws, has not constituted too much threat to him, in addition to the strength of Yinqi, its own combat power is not terrible, there are three remaining, Ning Chen finally Shocked one by one, no matter how he said, he also defeated the fourth-ranking martial arts master of the sixth-rank master. Although he was not honorable, he still won after all.

Ning Chen put away a war halberd and prepared to study it in the future. This war halberd was too threatening to him, so it was hard to cut, and the yin qi had mutual restraint on the real elements in his body. All the moves and collisions will consume him a lot of energy.

The yin qi of the chaotic land is getting heavier and heavier. The yin soldiers and the yin qi are originally soldiers of the underworld. How can they appear here?

What he just opened was the gate of the Underworld, why did he come to this strange chaotic world?

Ning Chen couldn't understand it. He could only spend all his time to heal the wounds. Fortunately, the aura was quite strong in this place, and the recovery of true qi was more than faster than outside.

The injuries on his body are already very serious. New and old injuries, internal injuries and external injuries all need urgent meditation, but unfortunately, what he lacks most is time.

Yinbing Yinqi doesn't know when it will appear again. If he stays here for a long time, he will starve to death even if he is not exhausted.

At this time, he missed the little white horse a little, if this guy also followed, how hungry is the meat.

Thinking about it, Yin Bing appeared again, Ning Chen headed for a while, sighed, and had to pull out the Mo Jian again.

The battle situation is very meaningless. The massacre still one-sided. People with even ordinary qualifications will become more and more combative in continuous battles. Ning Chen's qualifications are very unsightly in the eyes of those geniuses, but they are already good in the normal category.

After the Yin soldiers were still Yin Qi, the same four people, the battle was more intense, and the injuries were more serious, but he had no choice.

In the end, Ning Chen himself did not know how many Yin soldiers and Yin Qi had been killed. Every time a uniform battle was injured, healed, and then battled, wounded, and healed again.

It may be how he feels today when he kills and kills.

He doesn't want to die, so he can only stick to it.

Moreover, in this place, it seems not easy to die.

The injuries on his body did not deteriorate, and time seemed to no longer work here, but the cumulative injury time and time again was enough for him to drink a pot.

He even wondered if he could go out, would he die so badly in such a serious injury.

He didn't know about the future, but he knew that at least now he didn't want to die.

Without time, he used Yinqi's battle halberd to count, kill one wave to collect four handles, kill two waves to collect eight handles, and to the end, wave after wave appeared one after another, and the number was unclear.

The battle halberd piled up into a hill, and Ning Chen's headache was too lazy to count again.

Later, the war halberds were counted in piles, one pile, two piles ...

Yin Bing Yin Qi continued to appear. After fighting again and again, Ning Chen was dealing with more and more relaxed. When he met Yin Qi again, it was no longer a comparable battle, but a unilateral killing, chopping melons and vegetables. There is no suspense in battle.

The blood on the ink sword has never been dried, and the smell is pungent and disgusting.

The days when there is no time, so monotonous and boring, Ning Chen feels that he is going crazy. If he still has the companions of the Yin soldiers and Yin Qi, he has no doubt that he may have gone crazy.

Tired of killing, tired, and even sickened to vomit, but he still has to kill.

The torture of the spirit has far exceeded the pain in the body. If it is not the stubbornness to live, he may have put down the ink sword in his hand and let Yinqi's battle halberd split him apart.

Just when Ning Chen finally couldn't keep up, and was about to reach the edge of collapse, the chaotic world around him suddenly cracked, and immediately cracked open.

In the gloomy and majestic hall, a little white horse swallowed a bead on the altar, breaking the source of the entire illusion.

Ning Chen was saved, and he was saved by a little white horse he had long been interested in eating meat.

Perhaps one second at night, Ning Chen is crazy, but Xiaobai eats very timely, and at the most crucial moment, he eats the most critical things ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Chen only saw Xiaobai swallowed What seemed to be a bead, he didn't know what it was.

On the altar, there is a sheet of golden paper, a strange **** demon sword, and a noble purple gold sword.

Ning Chen turned the wheelchair to the altar and patted the horses of the little white horse with a good attitude and expressed gratitude.

"Huh"

Little White Horse didn't understand it, didn't react to it. Why has this host who has been very bad for him change so much.

In front of the altar, Ning Chen stared at the golden paper, thinking for a long time, and immediately bit his finger, dripping blood up, and saw the golden light, the golden paper slowly rose, and then turned into a stream of light and fell into his Dantian Qihai Inside.

The same trick was used by Ning Chen on the Scarlet Demon Sword and Zijin Excalibur. However, the sword gleamed with light, and he just shook the blood drip open, and refused to accept it.

Sven couldn't do it, then came the barbarian, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, and turned his grip toward the demon knife, but when he saw a huge force hit, he suddenly shook the unintentional hand on the handle.

Ning Chen withdrew his right hand and tried towards Long Sword, but the result was the same.

Today, Ning Chen is no longer a little white on the martial arts. Naturally, he knows what is going on. The demon sword and the Excalibur do n’t recognize him. Perhaps from the beginning, he and most people have been wrong. This ghost ruin, It is not an unowned thing, but waiting for someone to come, and this person is obviously not him.

If it wasn't for the little white horse who swallowed the beads and rescued him just now, he would probably fall into the illusion forever.

As for why the little white horse is not trapped by the illusion, this is not what he can know, but he ca n’t imagine a horse being trapped by the illusion.

The reality today is that Xiao Baima swallowed other people's beads, he took other people's golden paper, and he couldn't take away the most precious demon and swords here.