In front of Dragon Emperor Mountain, Su Yi stood proudly, his body covered with wind and snow, resisting the pressure of the divine sword.
In the void, the sword spirit took shape, and the anger in the eyes of the eleven or twelve-year-old child could not be concealed, and it was about to suppress the swordsman in front of him.
The battle between men and swords, everyone is proud of themselves. Although there is no killing, it is still extremely dangerous.
"Why don't you draw your sword? Do you think that I won't kill you if you don't draw your sword?" The child yelled as the anger in his eyes became more and more intense.
"Boom"
The golden light is like waves, and the pressure of the sword becomes stronger. Below, the ground beneath Ning Chen continues to collapse, with vermilion spilling, and it is extremely sad and beautiful.
"No one can take my life away from me, not even you."
With a soft drink, Ning Chen Demonic Qi surged all over his body, and the shadow of a hundred-foot-long demonic body appeared behind him, standing tall against the sky and bearing the increasing pressure of the sword.
"Royal Heavenly Demon!"
The child stared. The purity of this bloodline must be that of the royal family. This person is obviously from the human race. Why does he have the bloodline and power of Royal Heavenly Demon.
The demon appeared. In the far distance, the void rolled. A figure in black walked out. He looked back in the direction of Dragon Emperor Mountain, his expression darkened.
Royal family, he is actually a descendant of the royal family.
Without thinking too much, the figure of Xuan Zhan flashed past and quickly returned along the original path.
In front of Dragon Emperor Mountain, the two bodies of Zhi Ming appeared together, the power of Royal Heavenly Demon merged with Five Heavenly Tomes, and the void scrolled, Primordial Martial Arts Display.
Chaos opened the sky, gods and demons descended, shocking visions fell in the sky, gods and demons moved together to fight against the sky.
Divine Dance of Heavenly Stars, the reincarnation of demons, the power of gods and demons, shocking the world, forcibly opened up a pure land of bliss in the golden light of the sky.
In the sky above Dragon Emperor Mountain, the child looked at the phantoms of gods and demons in front of him, and his eyes were even more shocked. Gods and demons are one body, and this human being still has the power of gods.
After waving his hand to disperse the sword pressure in the sky, the child suppressed the emotion in his eyes and said, "I won't kill you, just go away."
Feeling that the sword pressure between heaven and earth disappeared, Ning Chen also restrained his body and said calmly, "Are you really willing to live here in dust forever? Your master did not completely seal this mountain. You should know better than me what the intention is."
"You don't need to worry about my affairs. Human beings, if you don't join Mortal Realm, you will never have the chance to be on an equal footing with hundreds of other races, so you can take care of yourself."
As soon as the words fell, the golden light scattered around the child and gradually disappeared.
"Because you have been chatting with me for so long, I give you this Sword Seal."
The last sound dispersed into the space between heaven and earth, and a small golden sword fell down from the void. It was the size of a palm, but it had unbearable sword pressure.
Ning Chen looked at the golden Sword Seal flying in front of him, his eyes flashed, he raised his right hand and took Sword Seal.
When the human sword came into contact, Sword Seal instantly sank into the former's body, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, a golden mark appeared on Ning Chen's right arm, like a tattoo, with no trace of anything abnormal.
After summoning it several times, Sword Seal found no movement. Ning Chen frowned slightly and was helpless for a moment.
He knew very well that Dragon Clan's divine sword had no killing intent on him. Otherwise, it would not be easy for him to escape unscathed today.
The sword has the breath of the sword, and he can feel the loneliness of the Dragon Clan Divine Sword. The most cruel thing in the world is to bury the edge of a famous sword.
"Huh?"
At this moment, a familiar feeling came from behind, Ning Chen stared, looking back, his expression flashed with indifference, it was endless.
Taking one step forward, Near Yet Far and Ning Chen disappeared and left in front of Dragon Emperor Mountain.
Not long after, the void rolled in front of Dragon Emperor Mountain, and Xuan Zhan walked out, looking at the collapsed earth around him, his brows furrowed.
Looking into the distance, Xuan Zhan stepped forward and merged into the void again.
A few days later, one hundred thousand miles away, Plain-clothed Figure manifested, and his spiritual consciousness was released. After sensing it for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The Heavenly Demon Clan king finally stopped chasing him, and now it was too early for him to face a king-level powerhouse.
"Dong Yu, Xia Zhi"
Trouble out of the way, Ning Chen then thought of the two girls and couldn't help but have a headache, wondering where he would find them after being separated for so long.
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with any good solution. Ning Chen looked forward and restrained his thoughts. The current plan was to continue on the road. The final goal of the two girls was also Primeval Wasteland. As long as he got there, he would have a chance to find them.
After being delayed for many days, time was running out. Ning Chen stopped thinking about it and continued to rush in the direction of Primeval Wasteland.
Three months later, in front of Myriad Miles City, Ning Chen arrived. In front, it was less than a month away from Primeval Wasteland. Most of the geniuses of all races had arrived in the city to rest temporarily.
When Ning Chen entered the city, almost all ethnic groups could be seen in the city. Whether it was the original residents of Myriad Miles City or Heaven's Chosen of the Hundred Races from all walks of life, they all began to look forward to Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races in the near future.
This is a grand event, and there are not many things that can make hundreds of races pay such attention to it. Therefore, this Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races is of great significance.
Legend has it that in this Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races, the emperor will come in person to deter those with ulterior motives.
In the city, people were coming and going, and it was extremely lively. Deep in the ancient city, a powerful aura was looming, and the consciousness was constantly sweeping over it. It was obvious that a strong man at the king level was ordered to guard here.
Ning Chen walked in the city, trying to find traces of Dong Yu and Xia Zhi. However, from noon to sunset, there was still no harvest.
"You haven't arrived yet, or you've already left."
Ning Chen murmured softly, stopped walking, looked far away, watching the people coming and going, eyes flashing with concentration.
He promised their mother that he would try his best to protect these two girls along the way, and hoped that he would not let the lady down.
For the next ten days or so, Ning Chen temporarily stayed at Myriad Miles City, looking for traces of Dong Yu and Xia Zhi. However, half a month later, there was still no news about the two of them, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.
Within Myriad Miles City, Heaven's Chosen of the Hundred Races has almost gathered, and many people have started to set off to Primeval Wasteland.
After waiting for more than half a month, Dong Yu and Xia Zhi still did not show up. Ning Chen became more and more worried. He would search the streets every day, hoping to see the two women.
"Young man, are you looking for someone?"
On the street, an old woman sitting on the street selling gouache looked at the young man in front of her and said.
Hearing the voice behind him, Ning Chen turned around, saw the old woman behind him, nodded lightly and said, "Hello, aunt, I'm looking for two girls. They got separated a few days ago and I haven't been able to find them again."
The old woman sighed softly and said, "In the past month, I have seen you looking back and forth every day. You must have lost someone important. You don't need to worry. Judging from your clothes and temperament, you are definitely not an ordinary person. The two girls you are looking for are probably not ordinary people. They will know how to protect themselves." "Thank you, ma'am."
Ning Chen After listening to the old woman's words, a look of emotion appeared on his face, and he said, "However, this is a special period now. Young and strong men from hundreds of tribes have come here. Although those two girls are very powerful, at this time, I am still a little worried about them."
"Concern leads to chaos. Young man, even my old lady understands this. You must understand that the geniuses of hundreds of races have already set off to Primeval Wasteland. If you don't leave, you will be one step behind them." The old woman said softly.
"I understand"
Ning Chen nodded, but the worry in his expression was still hard to hide. He looked at the bustling ancient city for a long time, and sighed softly, "Madam, I have an appointment first and must leave. If you see these two girls in the future and are as anxious to find someone as I am, please tell them that I am waiting for them at Primeval Wasteland."
"Yeah"
The old woman nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will keep an eye on you, old woman."
Ning Chen took one last look at the pedestrians coming and going in the city, sighed in his heart again, turned around and left.
"An incredible young man."
Looking at Plain-clothed Figure leaving, the old woman sighed softly.
"Gou Huang, is there something wrong with this person?"
Behind the woman, a young woman came over and asked in confusion.
"There's nothing wrong with that."
The old woman said calmly, "I just saw that this child refused to leave. I was afraid that he would be a step behind others, so I tried to persuade him."
The young woman had a strange look on her face and did not say any more on this topic. She said, "Witch Maiden has almost reached Primeval Wasteland at this time. In this battle of hundreds of clans, each clan has sent its strongest successor, and several major royal clans have even sent Imperial Prince and Imperial Daughter. It seems that all clans attach great importance to this Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races."
"This is something that was already expected."
The old woman arranged the rouge and gouache neatly on the stall and said calmly, "This time Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races is to select generals who will attack Outer Heavens in the future. All races want to compete for these positions. Outer Heavens has rich resources that Primeval Demonic Realm does not have. Everyone from hundreds of races wants a share of the pie."
Having said this, the old woman looked at Primeval Wasteland in the distance and continued, "In addition, the reason why Baizu attaches so much importance to this Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races is probably because of that Yin-Yang Jade, this is a treasure that a few of us old guys unexpectedly found in a foreign land. It has an unimaginable attraction for those kings at the peak level. If several royal families don't check each other, the ownership of this treasure will always be difficult to determine. Such a treasure will not be easily taken out."
The woman was silent, and after a long time, she said, "Gou Huang Don't worry, Witch Maiden will definitely get Yin-Yang Jade back this time, so that our witch clan can regain its ancient glory."
"Do your best to obey fate."
The old woman sighed softly and said, "You go over first, I will wait here for a few more days, and I will go over when I get the two girls that the young man just mentioned."
Hearing the words, the woman opened her mouth to want something, but she still kept the words in her stomach. She bowed respectfully and accepted the order:
"Yes!"
After speaking, the woman said nothing more, turned around and walked in the direction of Primeval Wasteland.
After the woman left, the old woman recovered her mind, looked at the passers-by with her vicissitudes of life, and kept her promise to look for the two lost girls.
One day, two days... The old woman stood in front of the gouache stall, no matter the wind or rain, day after day, waiting for the two people who would show up at an unknown time.