Supreme Demon 2 - Chapter 1540

The vast murky river, the vast and deserted country.

The sky is full of black clouds, all white bones, and the end of the gloomy **** journey is a huge statue of ghosts and gods that is looming and misty. It is not solid, it stands at the end of the vast Yinchuan desert country with a height of one hundred thousand feet. It doesn’t move at all, but there are billowing gray yin airs in its ears, mouth and nose, as if the entire Yinchuan desert country was taken by it. Exhale, continuously build a huge underground world.

This is a huge world, although it has withered and faded, it still has gathered tens of thousands of fellow practitioners.

Among the elder monks sitting on the **** path of the deserted country, the youngest are thousands of years old, and there are many who have a longevity of over ten thousand years.

In order to pursue their own way, they are isolated from the world and hide themselves underground.

As the Way of Desolation and Desolation decayed, their source of power has become fragile, unstable, and crumbling. The Desolate Emperor God’s image representing the desolation and desolation in the distance is the best proof.

No one knows when the Huangdi idol will disperse, maybe ten years later, or ten days later.

More and more cultivators gathered from all directions, waiting in front of the **** road of the desert country and the statue of the Emperor Huang, waiting for the moment when the statue collapsed.

“That guy, he’s here.”

“Hehe, it turned out to be him, as expected, the same as the legend.

“The Huangdi trial has been abolished many years ago. If you want to come here, unless you are born with a bleak body. For thousands of years, the only newcomer is still a casual cultivator, and it is rare.”

“The three princes of the Desolate Country, the Marshal of the Blood Road and Ten Roads, all wanted him, but he didn’t expect that he could even break through the barriers and go straight to the Blood Road of the Desolate Country. Unfortunately, he can only get there, the final pass of the Huang Emperor’s trial. It’s been a long time since no one has been able to break through… the underworld is long gone, how can you comprehend the way of the Emperor Huang and become the lord of the underworld?”

In the discussion. A handsome man in a black cloak came from a distance. He had a long knife in dark gray on his back, a seal on his waist, and blood stains on his eyebrows. There was a strong murderous aura that couldn’t be hidden from all over his body.

He came on foot, and all the ridiculous monks who had been talking about before closed their mouths. Although their age is long, they are secretly shocked when they notice the unfathomable murderous aura deposited on the young man’s body. It is not good to be able to go to the **** road of a desert country. There were no few killings along the way, but no one was more murderous than a young man in the blood of the desert country.

From the dense blood scars on his exposed half of his wrist, one can see how many fierce battles he has gone through before.

“Boy! Stop! Don’t stop Laozi from enlightening!”

An old elder monk with white hair and gray aura stood up, pointed at the young monk and cursed.

With so many people comprehending the Huangdi’s way and sharing luck, how can there be fair truth? Naturally, the more you lean towards the former, the greater your luck and the higher the probability of success. Who is willing to give up your position in the ranking.

Seeing the young monk continue to move forward. The old monk’s complexion changed drastically, and several senior monks stood beside him.

Wow!

A breath of famine rose from their bodies, suddenly violently jumped up to the sky, and turned into a famine **** and monster that was thousands of feet high, swallowing clouds and vomiting fog, swirling blood tides, and releasing a powerful way that belongs to famine and famine. force.

The gods and monsters whispered, the energy fluctuated, and the power of these bleak monks were all close to the second emperor. There was a huge wave on the blood path of the desert country, and thousands of desolate ghosts crawled out of the blood path, and under the call of murderous intent, they gathered into thousands of horses. Cull and bite towards Ning Tianxing.

Ning Tianxing stopped, turned sideways, and glanced at the five elder monks who had come from the gloomy generation, and the bottom of his icy eyes was dark and gloomy.

He did not move.

A figure slid out of him.

Exactly the same faces, indistinguishable figures, and gestures are exactly the same. Except for this second Ning Tianxing, the whole body is transparent, grayer than the Yinchuan wind and mist, like a ghost.

Draw a knife!

The sacred sword was not out of its sheath, and together with the scabbard, it turned into an indescribable strange arc, smashing the sky of ghosts, thousands of horses, and engulfing an unmatched great power, and it was less than five in the blink of an eye. The eyebrows of the strong man.

The arrogant violence when strangling ghosts and gods is in stark contrast with the lightness of nothing when the power is in the middle of the barren.

Close the knife.

The ghost fetus returned to its place.

Ning Tianxing continued to walk forward.

Papa papa papa…Five yin and desolate powerhouses shattered like bubbles, and the gains from thousands of years of hard work and enlightenment were all turned into yin and desolate ghost energy when they died, and they were sucked into Ning Tianxing’s scabbard.

“It’s strong again.”

“Really… what happened? He wasn’t so strong before!”

“One move killed the five elders of Kun Gong, he was more than a hundred times stronger than the rumors.”

Ning Tianxing continued to walk forward, and the purple tide in his eyes gradually faded, returning to gray. After killing the five elders of Kun Palace, the enlightened people on the **** road of the desert country no longer dare to provoke.

However, at this moment, no fewer than ten people rushed from all directions in the deserted country, and the breath of each group of people and horses leading the power was far above the Kun Gong five elders.

“Ah! The Three Marshals and Ten Route Marshals are here!”

“Are you all running to Ning Tianxing?”

“That’s just to say! This kid is so talented that he has turned the barren country upside down, how can the three great princes let him go?”

Ning Tianxing stopped once again and looked back at the people and powerful men who were getting closer and closer, his eyes were cold, and there was a dignified brow between his brows.

A day ago, he was trapped by Qionggong princes under the Weeping Cang Mountain until the Tiannan bloodline suddenly awakened. The ancient will of the Desolate God Emperor made his cultivation base soar, broke out of the siege, took advantage of the situation to break into the blood of the desert country, and challenged the last hurdle.

It is not far from the statue of Huangdi, but the allied forces of the princes are about to be killed. Is it possible that he will continue to hide and wait forever?

Ning Tianxing frowned, he could feel the call of fate, something must have happened in the direction of Yinhuangwaijia, waiting for him to go back, otherwise, why would the ancient blood burn and boil, hitting his chest again and again ?

Boom!

Just as the princes’ coalition was about to approach the blood path of the deserted country, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, and the entrance channel to the outside world slowly appeared.

The brigade appeared in the sky, crushed by darkness, headed by a monk carrying a piano and an old man holding a sword.

The faces of the princes and marshals all changed.

“Who! Who dares to trespass into the desert country! Well, if you can break the seal of the desert emperor, you must be a deserter…but you dare to bring outsiders! Are you not afraid of the desert emperor’s blood curse!” Shouted.

“Huh? It’s you…Ghost! You are not…” Another prince recognized the old man holding the sword, his face changed drastically.

“Betrayed by you, lost the qualifications for inheritance, and was also put in a blood prison and sold to Tianchen? Hahaha, Guiya! You can’t even dream of it, I will come back! Now I am no longer called Guixin, in Tianchen Department People call me Ghost Sword Immortal, and the Lord of the Eight Banners of the Eight Desolation Battle Group is the next one!” Ghost Sword Immortal laughed.

“A battle group in a small area? Haha…” The prince Guiya sneered. The next moment he suddenly remembered something, and his body trembled: “Bahuang battle group, could it be…”

“Yes, I am Tianluo the Great, the master of the cannon fodder camp, Luo Chuan. With my boss, Luo, the Huangdi blood curse, I am afraid of a ghost~www.mtlnovel.com~have the ability to rebirth the Huangdi, and My boss Luo has a fight!” Ghost Sword Fairy said triumphantly. As one of the first members of the Eight Desolation Group, he is already the number one person in Luochuan’s huge power kingdom, and he has a good reputation when he goes out.

“Okay, business matters.” Yuan Xiao, the leader of the Bahuang battle group, waved his hand, turned to Ning Tianxing, his eyes flickered, and he arched his hand: “On Luo Chuan’s order, come and help you… Your Excellency completes the Huangdi test. After the exercise, I hope to open up a deserted passage connecting the southern part of the sky so that the army can pass through.”

“Luo Chuan?” Ning Tianxing was startled, and a warm current surged in his icy eyes: “So that’s it, this cause and effect belong to him. He returned, and restarted Tiannan, bringing back Tiannan Qi Luck.”

Closing his eyes, Ning Tianxing felt quietly.

But soon, he opened his eyes again.

Yuan’s jokes fell, turned around, and was about to order the Bahuang battle group to attack. When Yu Guangzhong caught the scene, he was slightly surprised.

Ning Tianxing drew his sword, holding the handle with both hands, facing the statue of Huangdi at the far end of the blood path, he slashed it out. (To be continued.)

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