The land of Shenzhou, a catastrophe of 100,000 miles, the arrival of alien races, a great war, caused immeasurable damage to Shenzhou, countless casualties. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the war, the kings of the alien races left, leaving behind the weeping beings of Shenzhou, and the sky could not bear it, and it rained sadly.

The heavy rain poured down, washing out deep ravines, this catastrophe, without warning, but like a raging storm, destroyed the hope of all living beings in the world.

Under the pouring rain, the old man turned around and left on crutches, and Gongzi Xiaobai walked behind the girl, pushed the wheelchair, and followed.

In the deserted city, Jian Liuying took over the second senior brother who died in battle, his body was constantly trembling, his teary eyes were lowered, and it was difficult to hide his sadness.

Ning Chen's heart hurt like a sharp blade, and he couldn't say a word.

Three days later, Ning Chen walked out of the deserted city, his eyes covering all emotions, and he regained his strength.

"Come with this king!"

In front of the deserted city, Prince Yan said calmly and walked forward.

Ning Chen stepped forward and picked up the sword stand and silently followed behind.

In front of a large waterfall falling from a high altitude, the king stopped and said lightly, "Let's do it here." ”

Behind, Ning Chen nodded, walked to the side and put down the sword stand, quietly waiting for orders.

"Pick up your sword. ”

Prince Yan opened his mouth and said calmly.

Ning Chen was silent, and after a while, his right hand waved, and in the brilliance, the famous Daomen reappeared, dazzling.

"Righteousness, this sword cannot be dusted. ”

Prince Yan saw the sword in the former's hand, waved his hand, and not far away, the sword frame moved lightly, the red light was sheng, and the red sword flew out and disappeared into the hands of the king.

"Hold on to your sword and move with the king. ”

As soon as the words fell, Prince Yan waved in his hand, between heaven and earth, the extreme realm manifested, the blood-colored lightning was pervasive, and the sword was on the extreme realm, and the majesty was born.

Wang Jian moved, and the blood and electricity in the sky surged, and the sword that he had never seen before overflowed with extreme intent, bringing the body of the fate on the side, moving with the sword.

The king gives the sword, and the sword breath is pervasive, starting from the most basic sword, one move and one style, unpretentious.

The Dao sword in Ning Chen's hand moved accordingly, and the sword bones, sword intent, sword breath, and sword sense continued to rise, from rejection to fusion, little by little into his body.

The sword of the deserted city and the sword of the king filled each other, and around Ning Chen, a waterfall burst with blood, dyeing red clothes.

In the extreme realm, Prince Yan saw the blood mist that burst out of the former's body, frowned slightly, and stopped.

"Your sword bones, what's going on?"

"I'm fine"

Ning Chen endured the severe pain in his body and said, "Senior, go on, I can bear it." ”

Prince Yan didn't ask any more, other people's sword bones, if they want to integrate into their own bodies, this pain can only be fought by themselves.

Wang Jian moved again, this time, did not stop again, the sweeping sword, staggered in the extreme realm on the sword, galloping like thunder, dazzling.

Ning Chen's body moved with the king's sword, and with each line of a sword, the sword bone merged into his body for a point, and the pain deepened for a point.

The dripping sweat, mixed with the overflowing blood, soaked his clothes over and over again, but Ning Chen's hand holding the sword never let go.

Once lost, he knew how rare the opportunity to hold the sword again was, he couldn't lose to himself, otherwise, he would have failed Kenji's trust before he died.

The world breathed together, whispering softly in the extreme realm, Prince Yan tilted his ears, listening to the voice of the former's sword, the extreme intention on the sword, and even more points.

Since he has this determination and will, as a senior, he will do his best to fulfill it!

After a hundred strokes of the sword, Wang Jian's sword momentum suddenly turned, and the killing machine exploded, passing by at great speed.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and the sword in his hand subconsciously swung over, blocking the Wang Jian.

There was a loud shock, and Wang Jian shook the Dao sword in the former's hand, and the sword momentum did not change at all, and continued to sweep forward.

"Ugh"

The sword entered half an inch, the sword blade stopped, Prince Yan looked at the young man in front of him, and said calmly, "From now on, your sword is not allowed to have any more impurities, otherwise this king will abolish it again, and now Shenzhou no longer needs you to protect it, your mission is over!"

Ning Chen listened without saying a word, and after a moment, nodded slightly.

"Practice by yourself until you can feel the breath of the sword, this king will go to the Great Xia Imperial City and come back in ten days. ”

After speaking, Prince Yan waved his hand to accept the sword stand on the ground, and immediately walked towards the distance.

Ning Chen stood in front of the big waterfall, silently looking at the sword in his hand, what the predecessor said was right, now Shenzhou no longer needs him to guard, and he does not have this qualification.

Don't say that those kings and emperors of foreign races, even the most ordinary Fourth Realm powerhouses, it is difficult for him to fight head-on, this catastrophe, if it weren't for the seniors rushing back in time, Shenzhou would have been completely wiped out.

In front of absolute strength, no amount of conspiracy and calculation is just a vain, and his sword is no longer enough to protect the people he cherishes.

The sound of the rumbling waterfall falling, the sound of the annihilation sword, before the waterfall, Su Yi raised the sword again, returning to the original, so simple that there were no more complicated moves.

Just when he returned to Shenzhou, in the Hongluan Star Field, in the fog of the star field, countless strong people flew out of the spatial rift that was cut open, and in just a few days, the strong people of the hundred clans came to the world one after another, and the fourth realm and kings emerged in endlessly, however, above the king, except for the original scale emperor, there was no second place.

In the first battle of Shenzhou, the legendary name of Great Xia shocked the hundred tribes, and the existence of the strange old man of the human race has become a taboo for all races, comparable to the strongest of the emperors of the hundred races, even among the hundred races, it is one of the few, and no one dares to offend.

In the major star fields, the powerhouses of the hundred races appeared, occupying one divine land after another with a domineering attitude, and establishing a sect.

The era of the competition of hundreds of ethnic groups is coming, so suddenly, so that many great sects in all domains, down to ordinary people, have to accept this cruel and chaotic era that suddenly came.

In the land of the gods of all parties, the king sits in the town, and due to the majesty of the strange old man of the human race, he has not launched a large-scale battle for the time being, but the hundred races are strong, the human race is weak, and the unequal distribution of interests clearly exists, and the battle between the hundred races to divide the territory and resources of the human race seems to be inevitable.

Ziwei Star Domain, the two imperial forces of Shendu Mountain and Purple Scale Yuan are facing each other from afar, and the two powerful races with emperor-level existence have chosen the Ziwei Star Domain closest to the realm at the same time, continuing the struggle for thousands of years.

Purple Scale Abyss, Emperor Mingtian stood in front of the abyss, quietly looking at the vast and boundless starry sky in front of him, and the streamer flashed in his eyes.

"Your Highness"

A man in purple clothes walked up, saluted respectfully, and said, "It's time." ”

Emperor Shentian came back to his senses, nodded, and turned around and walked towards the abyss behind him.

It's been so long since I've been out for so long, and it's time to make up for it.

In the Purple Scale Abyss, among the newly raised Jedi, Emperor Shentian walked by, and half an hour later, in front of a blue pond that didn't look too big, he stopped.

In front of the Dragon Pool, the Purple Scale King looked back, looked at the figure coming by, and said calmly, "This is the water of the Dragon Pool that your grandfather specially brought to bring you, don't let your grandfather and father down." ”

"Yes"

Emperor Shentian saluted respectfully, and immediately walked into the dragon pool in front of him step by step.

At the same time, in the unknown realm of the gods, an old man with a withered appearance stood quietly, looking at the weeping people, and the exhaustion in his cloudy eyes was even more intense.

The birth of a hundred races, the dark age of the world is coming, this catastrophe, if the human race can't survive, it is the real eternal night.

"Teacher"

Behind, a bright-eyed girl walked in a wheelchair, looked at the old man in front of her, and called softly.

The old man turned around, looked at the girl in the wheelchair quietly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Peacock, how's it going?"

"Nothing feels good. The girl said truthfully.

The old man nodded and said, "It's normal to not feel like you meet for the first time, and in the future, there are still many opportunities for you to meet, and your feelings can be cultivated slowly, don't be in a hurry." ”

"Why does the teacher value that person so much, no matter whether it is talent or strength, this person should not be the best candidate. In the wheelchair, the peacock's beautiful face showed a touch of incomprehension, and said.

"Talent, after reaching the fourth realm, it is not a decisive factor, as for strength, everyone is not born invincible in the world, his cultivation day is still short, and it is not bad to be able to do it to such a degree. The old man said softly.

"The teacher's assumption is that this person can enter the fourth realm, but if he can't enter this realm, his talent is a barrier that is difficult to ignore, and no one can change it. Peacock said seriously.

The old man was silent, and after a long time, he sighed softly and said, "The teacher just got a glimpse of the heavenly opportunity from this son's growth trajectory, and no one can absolutely guarantee what the future holds, the teacher does not force you, the choice is in your hands, and the teacher cannot make the decision for you when it comes to marriage." ”

In the wheelchair, the peacock bowed his head lightly and said, "Teacher, don't worry, if this person is really as the teacher said, he can enter the fourth realm in the future, then the peacock is willing to do his best to assist him, but if he can't do it, the peacock can only choose someone else." ”

The old man nodded, didn't say anything more, turned his gaze, and looked at the world again, and the compassion in his eyes became more and more difficult to hide.

The match of the peacock will always be the emperor of the world, in this era, an absolute strong man is needed to deter the hundred races, he chose the young man, but whether he can do it or not depends on the young man's own ability, he does not interfere more.

Everyone's path should be walked by themselves, that young man's will, so strong, far beyond any peer, this is the most important quality of the path of cultivation, the road is long, no one can be smooth sailing, a blow is easy to survive, but, what about ten, hundred, thousand?

It is not easy to bear the weight of sentient beings, so he must be strong enough, even if there are thousands of disasters and tribulations, he cannot be weak for a moment.

Although it is cruel, this is the reality, if he can't do it, he can only find someone else.

In the realm, in the Eastern Regions of Shenzhou, in the continuous mountains and rivers, the sword is practiced in plain clothes, just like a hundred years ago, there is nothing, starting from the very basics.

The cold light on the sword reflects the light moon, day after day, year after year.

In front of the waterfall, the king stood still, looking at the juniors practicing swords in front of him, even if the progress was slow, there was no urgency on his face.