Chapter 1660

Vast Yinchuan, vast wasteland.

The black clouds all over the sky, white bones on the ground and gray blood at the end of the journey, are a huge statue of ghosts and gods looming like fog and clouds. It is not solid. It stands at the end of the vast Yinchuan wasteland with a body of up to 100000 feet. It does not move, but the rolling gray Yin Qi is breathed in its ears, mouth, eyes and nose, as if the whole Yinchuan wasteland is breathed out by it and continuously constructs a huge underground world.

This is a vast world. Although it has withered and decadent, it still gathers tens of thousands of fellow practitioners.

Among the Yin famine friars sitting on the blood path of the famine country, the youngest is thousands of years old, and there are many people with a life of more than 10000 yuan.

In order to pursue their Tao, they are isolated from the world, hide their names and hide underground.

As the way of yin and famine is declining, their source of strength has become fragile, unstable and shaky. The best proof is the statue of the emperor of famine, which represents the vein of yin and famine in the distance.

No one knows when the statue of the wasteland emperor will disperse, maybe ten years later or ten days later.

More and more yin shortage friars gathered from all directions, waiting for the moment when the statue collapsed in front of the blood road of the wasteland and the statue of the wasteland emperor.

"That's the guy. He's coming."

"Hehe, it's him. It's the same as the legend.

"The trial of the emperor of famine was abolished many years ago. If you want to come here, you must be born with Yin and famine. For thousands of years, the only new person is still a casual practice, which is rare."

"The three princes of the wasteland, marshal of the ten routes of the blood Road, all wanted him. I didn't expect that he could even break through the barrier and break straight into the blood road of the wasteland. Unfortunately, he can only come here. The final pass of the trial of the wasteland emperor has been passed for a long time... The hell is long gone. How can he understand the way of the wasteland emperor and become the Lord of the hell?"

In the sound of discussion, a handsome man in a black cloak came from a distance. He had a long gray knife on his back, a seal on his waist, blood marks on his eyebrows, and a strong murderous spirit that could not be covered.

He came here on foot, and all the Yin Huang friars who talked about it before closed their mouths. Although they were old and lived a long life, they were also secretly shocked when they noticed the unfathomable murderous Qi deposited on the young man's whole body. It was not a good stubble to go to the blood path of the wasteland country. They experienced a lot of killing all the way, but no one in the blood path of the wasteland country was more murderous than the young man.

From the bloodstains and scars on half of his wrist, we can see how many battles he had experienced before.

"Boy! Stop! Don't stop me from understanding!"

A white haired and unfathomable old Yin barren friar stood up, pointed to the young Friar and shouted.

There is no fair reason for so many people to understand the way of the wasteland emperor and share Qi luck. Naturally, the more they rely on the former, the greater the Qi luck and the higher the probability of success. Who will be willing to give up their ranking position.

Seeing that the young friar continued to move forward, the old Friar's face changed greatly, and several highly qualified Yin shortage friars stood beside him.

WOW!

A breath of Yin shortage rose from their bodies, suddenly jumped up, rose to the sky, turned into a thousand feet high Yin shortage monster, swallowed clouds, rolled blood tide, and released the strong Taoist power of Yin shortage alone.

Gods, demons and monsters roared, and the Qi machine fluctuated. The strength of these Yin wasteland friars was all close to the second emperor. They set off a huge wave on the blood path of the wasteland. Thousands of wasteland ghosts climbed out of the blood path. Under the call of murderous Qi, they gathered thousands of troops and horses to kill and bite to Ning Tianxing.

Ning Tianxing stopped, turned sideways and looked at the five old monks who came to Yinhuang. The bottom of his cold eyes was gray and cold.

He didn't move.

A figure slipped out of him.

I felt the same face, indistinguishable body shape, movement, posture and expression, except that the second Ning Tianxing was transparent and grayer than Yinchuan wind and fog, just like ghosts and gods.

Draw the knife!

The Yin famine magic knife did not come out of its scabbard. Together with the scabbard, it turned into an indescribable strange arc, chopped up the ghosts and thousands of troops, and coerced the unmatched huge potential. In the blink of an eye, the eyebrows of the five Yin famine strongmen were less than one point.

The wild violence of strangling ghosts and gods is in sharp contrast to the lightness of the strong in the middle Yin shortage. For example, day and night coincide, ghosts and gods intersect, mysterious and mysterious, which is unspeakable.

Retract the knife.

Ghost fetus homing.

Ning Tianxing went on.

Five of them are broken down by foam. Thousands of years of hard work and enlightenment have turned into a ghost and died in the sheath of ningtianxing.

"It's strong again."

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

"One move killed the five elders of kungong. He is more than a hundred times stronger than the rumor."

Ning Tianxing continued to walk forward. The purple tide in his eyes gradually faded and returned to gray. After killing the five elders of the Kun palace, the savvy people at the edge of the blood path of the wasteland would no longer dare to challenge.

However, at this time, no less than ten people and horses came from all directions of the barren country. The breath of the strong led by each passer-by and horse was far above the five elders of the Kun palace.

"Ah! The marshal of the three princes and the 10th Road is coming!"

"All run to Ning Tian, OK?"

"Needless to say! This boy has a unique talent and has turned the wasteland upside down. Will the three princes let him go?"

Ning Tianxing stopped again and looked back at the people and strong people who were getting closer and closer. His eyes were cold and there was a trace of dignity in his eyebrows.

One day ago, he was trapped by the princes of Qiong Palace at the foot of qicang mountain until Tiannan's blood suddenly woke up. The ancient will of the Yin famine God emperor made his cultivation soar, broke out of the siege, took the opportunity to break into the blood road of the famine country and challenge the last checkpoint.

It's not far from the statue of the wasteland emperor, but the joint forces of the princes are about to kill him. Is it difficult to continue to hide and wait?

Ning Tianxing frowned. He could feel the call of fate. Something must have happened in the direction of the Yin wasteland, waiting for him to go back. Otherwise, why would the ancient blood burn and boil and impact his chest again and again?

Boom!

Just as the joint forces of the princes were approaching the blood path of the wasteland, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, and the entrance channel connecting the outside world slowly appeared.

A large group of people appeared in the sky. It was dark. The first was a friar carrying a piano and an old man holding a sword.

The faces of the princes and marshals changed.

"What man! How dare you break into the wasteland! Well, if you can break the seal of the wasteland emperor, you must be from a wasteland... But how dare you bring outsiders! Aren't you afraid of the blood curse of the wasteland emperor!" a Duke of the wasteland shouted.

"Hmm? It's you... Ghost heart! Aren't you......" another vassal recognized the old man holding the sword and his face changed dramatically.

"Betrayed by you, I lost my inheritance qualification, and was locked up in the blood prison and sold to Tianchen? Hahaha, ghost tooth! You never dreamed that I would come back! Now I'm not called ghost heart. In Tianchen Island, people call me ghost Sword Fairy. The leader of the eight banners of the eight wasteland battle regiment is the ghost Sword Fairy!" ghost Sword Fairy laughed.

"Just a war regiment? Ha ha..." the princes ghost teeth sneered. The next moment he suddenly remembered something and his body trembled: "eight wasteland War Regiment, is it..."

"Yes, I'm from Luochuan, Emperor Tianluo, the leader of the cannon fodder camp. I'm covered by boss Luo. I'm afraid of ghosts. I have the ability to revive the emperor and fight with my boss Luo!" ghost Sword Fairy said proudly. As the earliest member of the eight wasteland battle regiment, he is already the number one in the huge power kingdom of Luochuan and has a good face when he goes out.

"Well, business matters." Yuan Xiaoxiao, the leader of the eight wasteland War Regiment, waved his hand, turned to Ning Tianxing, his eyes twinkled and arched his hands: "I'm ordered by Luo Chuan to help you... After you finish the trial of the wasteland emperor, you hope to open up a yin wasteland channel connecting the southern regions of the sky so that the army can pass through."

"Luo Chuan?" Ning Tianxing was stunned, and a warm current gushed out of his cold eyes: "I see. This cause and effect belongs to him. He came back, restarted Tiannan, and brought back Tiannan's gas."

Close your eyes, Ning Tianxing feels it quietly.

But soon he opened his eyes again.

Yuan laughed, turned around and was about to order the eight wasteland battle group to attack. Yu Guangzhong caught the scene, and he was slightly surprised.

Ning Tianxing pulled out the knife, held the handle with both hands, and cut it out with a knife facing the statue of the Emperor Huang at the far end of the blood path.