In the sky above the Palace of the Underworld, the sword shines brightly, and the Yellow Spring traps the enemy. In the moment when time is deadly, thousands of swords storm out like a tide, turning into a sword rain and slashing towards the old man ahead.

The fatal sword did not hold back at all. The sword flow obscured the void and devoured the body of the Tenth Ancestor of the Underworld Palace.

"I'm not willing to give up, I'm not willing to give up!"

In the sword flow, the body of the Tenth Ancestor of the Nether Palace gradually collapsed, and the vitality taken away by the years disappeared between heaven and earth, and he could no longer return to the sky.

The moment the body collapsed, the soul of the Tenth Ancestor of the Underworld Palace broke out, and he could see the cultivation level of the fourth level and protect his vitality.

"Sword Technique, Dragon and Phoenix Sky Burial"

Ning Chen's expression did not change at all. The phoenix sword in his hand turned around, and the dragon and phoenix were in contact with each other, attacking the soul of the former.

The soul left the body, and the consciousness had not yet fully recovered. The Tenth Ancestor of the Underworld Palace was about to fall. Outside the battle, Mo Luotian shook his palms and opened the Wu Kui of Butian Pavilion in front of him. His figure flashed, blocking the sword move, and narrowing the Yuan in the palm, blocking the killing move.

"Well"

With a muffled groan, the corners of his mouth were red. The Moluo Tian Ningyuan was in short supply and was immediately injured.

However, in this short moment, behind the Tenth Ancestor of the Underworld Palace gradually recovered, his eyes opened, and huge pressure swept away.

"Do my body and you will pay for your life."

The Tenth Patriarch of the Palace of the Underworld stepped forward, his breath was unique and powerful, which was difficult to understand.

Ning Chen looked at the old man in front of him and said lightly, "Only the soul is left, how long can you last? I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time."

Not far away, Wu Kui of Butian Pavilion rushed to the battlefield and took action to stop Mo Luotian again, separating the battle situation between the two sides.

The Tenth Ancestor of the Underworld stepped forward, and his figure moved again. But he saw the red lights of the surrounding heaven and earth shining, the sword light was dazzling, the sword momentum was endless, and the immortals came out again, blocking the space.

"A fair duel, I am not your opponent, but if you kill each other in life and death, you will be defeated without any consequences."

As the words fell, red clothes passed by, the sky was filled with light again, the years were left without trace, and a hundred years of breath.

"ah"

A painful groan sounded. Affected by the years, the soul of the Tenth Ancestor of the Palace of the Underworld collapsed, and could withstand the erosion of heaven and earth, but could not resist the erosion of time.

"The darkness turns into a hundred breaths, and the yellow spring borrows life"

The moment the soul was about to be destroyed, the tenth ancestor of the Nether Palace was shining brightly, and the broken soul was restored again, and the life in Huangquan was shocking.

Ning Chen stood in the air, looking at the divine forbidden that was gradually weakening around him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he had reached his limit. The old monster close to the fourth realm was indeed not so easy to be killed.

Before his thoughts fell, the figure of the Tenth Patriarch of the Underworld flashed, broke through the shackles of the God-forbidden area, and instantly came to his body. He punched the hatred and a blow, and a world fell.

In the collapsed world, red clothes flew out, the sword trembled, and the reliance barely avoided the murderous intent.

"The six paths fall together, the devil's disasters are numerous, the Supreme Forbidden Sword"

The phoenix sounded across the line, and red lights were everywhere, and sword lights came out of nowhere. When the sword reached its peak, Ning Chen trembled under his feet and entered the nine heavens. Countless sword lights circled around his body, and then broke through the air and went downstairs.

"The End of the World"

The catastrophe begins, the world is sad, and the sword flows, everything collapses, and one terrifying giant space valley after another appears, devouring everything around.

The tenth ancestor of the Nether Palace looked dark, and his palms activated the power of heaven and earth. The vortex of law swung to block the sword light falling from the sky.

After a moment, the rumbling rumbled across the Taichu Forbidden Land, and the sword flow continued to dissipate, turning into stars and disappearing into heaven and earth.

"Sword style, one sword is invisible"

At the same time, the red clothes appeared, the extreme body and the extreme sword were infinitely concentrated, and the sword energy scattered around it gathered, condensed and unique, breaking towards the soul of the former.

"Well"

The muffled groan sounded, the sword entered the soul, and the Tenth Ancestor of the Palace of the Underworld took several steps in a row, losing his body, and his strength also weakened to the lowest point, making it difficult to inherit the sword from the extreme way.

"I said that your weakness is too obvious, just now, and now the same."

Ning Chen said coldly, the evil spirit on the Zhuxian Sword exploded, swallowing its body and sealing it into the sword.

"Ten Ancestors"

In the battle situation not far away, when the old man's soul disappeared, Mo Luotian's expression shook and said in a lost voice.

"Disconsisting the gods in the battle, the palace master, are you rude?"

Qi Wenzhu's palm wind came to the front and said lightly.

Mo Luotian came to his senses, flipped his palms and blocked the moves, and with a thump, the battle situation separated.

The Tenth Ancestor will lose, which was something he never expected no matter what. Is the ninth son of the Mo Sect already such terrifying strength?

In the sky above the Nether Palace, after removing the Tenth Ancestor of the Nether Palace, Ning Chen did not stop for a long time. He took one step and his figure disappeared instantly.

In the distant battle situation, Ji Yuechu and Di Mingtian confronted fiercely, and the difficult situation was difficult to end.

At this moment, the figure in red came out of nowhere, and without hesitation, he slashed at Di Mingtian with a sword.

"Um?"

When the sword light arrived, Di Mingtian's expression condensed, and the silver halberd slashed back, blocking the sword light.

"The scroll of God, the god dances in the sky"

The sword and halberd confronted, and the flaw appeared. Seeing this, Ji Yuechu saw that purple light shone around her body and slapped her heart with a palm.

"Well"

A pool of blood splashed, dyed the divine clothes red, and the two strong teams joined forces. Emperor Mingtian finally suffered a defeat and suffered a lot of injuries.

"Holy Lord"

A moment of opportunity should not be missed. Ning Chen reminded him that the sword is condensed in the eight wildernesses, and it is extremely fierce.

Ji Yuechu understood, and his hands formed seals, his divine blood boiled, echoing each other from afar, and the gorgeous blood light spread, covering the body of Emperor Mingtian.

Di Mingtian waved his halberd to block the sword, and his extremely domineering sword was difficult to completely dissolve, and the true energy in his body suddenly surged violently.

The true energy did not continue, and Di Mingtian spoiled the whole body, and blood was peeled off, divine blood was discharged and flew to Ji Yuechu's body.

Seeing that all the divine blood was about to leave the body, Di Mingtian shouted angrily, the crown on his head shattered, silver light burst out, and a halberd killed the gods.

Ji Yue came back to her senses in the beginning and hurriedly blocked her moves. Her body was unable to activate her skills and she took several steps in a row.

Ning Chen stared at the sight of him, just as he was about to make another move, his face suddenly changed and he suddenly looked at the sky above the Nether Palace.

But above the Nether Palace, a terrifying giant valley more than a hundred feet long appeared again, and a breath that was not weaker than or even better than the Tenth Ancestor of the Nether Palace quickly awakened and spread.

"Walk"

Another battle was not good, Ning Chen cut the battle with a sword and said in a deep voice.

Not far away, Ji Yuechu also felt the terrifying pressure from the different space. He stopped hesitating and shouted, "retreat".

During the various battles, the Ji family and the two powerful men of the Pavilion heard the order and retreated to the Taichu Forbidden Area.

"Holy Lord, help me"

Seeing the powerful man from the Ming Palace behind him pressing hard, Ning Chen shouted.

When Ji Yuechu heard this, his figure flashed past and instantly came behind the former, condensed the body and penetrated into his body.

"The 100 Yangs are coming to the east again"

Ning Chen pointed at the same time, and the phoenix sword was filled with flames, and the hundred suns soared into the sky, shining brightly on the earth.

The next moment, the hundred suns fell like rain, turning the Nether Palace into a sea of ​​fire within a radius of hundreds of miles.

After the break, the two figures flashed by, quickly retreated, and disappeared in an instant.

In the flames, Di Mingtian and Mo Luotian walked out and looked at the group who were leaving with an extremely cold expression.

"How much has the divine blood been taken away?" Mo Luotian said.

"Sixty percent" Emperor Mingtian responded.

Mo Luotian's eyes condensed, and he lost so much. The ninth son of the Mo Sect disrupted their arrangements.

After the Ji family and the two halls left, the terrifying aura gradually disappeared in the sky above the Nether Hall, and the cracked space valley closed and returned to its original state.

The starry sky, the chariots rumbled, crossed the void, and returned toward the White Emperor Star.

In a big battle, the Ji family and the two powerful people in the halls suffered considerable losses. The strength of the Nether Palace is shocking. After thousands of years of rest and recuperation, if you don’t make a sound, you will have a shocking success.

"Saint Lord, we will no longer walk with you, go back and report first."

Halfway through, Wu Kui Qi Wenzhu of Butian Pavilion and Lin Xiaohan, the Supreme Master of Qilin Pavilion, said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he looked at the young man in red not far away, all of whom were thinking.

The three parties separated, Ning Chen followed Ji Yuechu back to Baidi City first, and sat in the temple and talked.

"Brother Ning, thank you this time." Ji Yuechu looked at the person in front of her and said seriously.

"You are polite to me, you are not able to help the Saint Master regain all the blood power of Miss Ji, and you are dereliction of duty." Ning Chen said softly.

"You can't blame you. The strength of the Palace is the strongest of all inheritances. It is not easy to have such a result."

Speaking of this, Ji Yuechu changed his words and reminded him, "Brother Ning, the two people from Qilin Pavilion and Butian Pavilion looked at you with a wrong look, you have to be careful."

"Thank you for your reminder"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "Doesn't the failure to regain all the bloodline have a great impact on Miss Ji?"
To be continued...