The long night was long, Crown Prince's Estate, Plain-clothed Figure looked at the east, waiting quietly.
In the sky, the brilliance of dawn gradually dispels the darkness, and the first ray of morning light shines on the earth. Above the void, Demonic Qi surges with astonishing intensity.
Coming!
Ning Chen looked slightly condensed and looked up at the sky, finally waiting.
"Thirteenth Prince obey the order."
In the void, a powerful aura walked out, holding the imperial order, and said, "The Demon Emperor has a decree, ordering Thirteenth Prince to immediately go to the northern battlefield to assist Prince Xuankong in resisting the Wu Clan army."
"Yes!"
Ning Chen saluted respectfully.
"Besides."
Messenger Envoy looked at Thirteenth Prince in front of him and said solemnly, "His Highness the Crown Prince, the two Demon Emperors have spoken orally, making His Highness fully responsible for the important task of peace talks. This is Demonic Emperor's Token of Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor. If necessary, Your Highness can directly talk to the two Demon Emperors."
"I accept the order."
Ning Chen reached out and took Demonic Emperor's Token, saying in a deep voice.
"Gandharva, come out"
After the imperial order was issued, Messenger Envoy looked into the void ahead and said.
As soon as the words fell, the void became violently distorted, and an illusory silhouette appeared. It looked like a girl, with a plump figure, with ribbons flying around her body, floating in the sky, and her beauty was so mesmerizing.
"From today on, you are responsible for protecting Thirteenth Prince's safety, do you understand?" Messenger Envoy said seriously.
"Yes!"
The girl Yingying bowed and said.
Gandharva? Eight Legions!
Ning Chen heard this, and his expression was shocked unconsciously. Heavenly Demon Eight Legions in ancient mythology, are they still alive?
He had heard that a long time ago, Heavenly Demon Royal Clan had eight guardians who were extremely powerful. They were sealed as Eight Legions and became famous for a while.
However, in ancient times, Eight Legions fell one after another in the battle with the Outer Heavens human race, and no one survived.
If the legend is true, what is the explanation for Eight Legions in front of you?
"Thirteenth Prince, time is running out, let's set off as soon as possible."
In the void, Messenger Envoy reminded him, and his figure merged into the void and disappeared.
Ning Chen came back to his senses, looked into the distance, and a flash of condensed color flashed across.
"Your Highness, please."
The girl-looking Gandharva spoke calmly.
Ning Chen nodded and walked towards the outside of the house.
Behind, the collapsed royal palace was in a mess, and the door was closed, hiding everything in sight.
On the northbound road, two figures were speeding away one after another, the speed was beyond imagination.
Ning Chen didn't hold back, Space Law was circulating around him, Near Yet Far was hundreds of miles away in an instant.
Behind, the girl stepped lightly and followed calmly, without any sign of difficulty.
Ahead, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and stepped forward a little faster.
Under the morning sun, the two extremely fast people passed by one after another, like two shooting stars, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Half a day later, on the northern territory, the two of them slowed down. Ning Chen stopped, looked at the girl behind him, and said, "Heavenly Demon Eight Legions How many people are left now?"
"Since it's called Eight Legions, there are naturally eight people." Gandharva replied.
"Ancient legend states that all Eight Legions died in battle. Is this true or false?" Ning Chen said with a solemn expression.
"Really!"
Gandharva said calmly, "However, we are resurrected again."
"Huh?"
Ning Chen Hearing this, his brows furrowed, resurrection, how is it possible?
In this world, no one knows better than him how difficult, or even impossible, it is to bring people back to life.
Except for the creation god Seven Absolutes Heaven Realm, he had never heard of anyone who could create life.
"Your Highness, do you have anything else to ask? If not, just continue on your way." Gandharva said with an indifferent expression.
"Yes, one last question."
Ning Chen The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, he looked at the former's flat chest, and smiled, "Are you a woman or a man?"
According to legend, there is no woman in Heavenly Demon Eight Legions, but the person in front of you makes people believe that she is a man.
Gandharva Hearing this, an angry look flashed across his eyes. Without answering, he stepped forward quickly and rushed forward.
Ning Chen sneered and chased after him without any further delay.
In the northern territory, the war continued. The army of the Wu clan moved all the way south with a fierce attack. The army of the demons was unable to stop it and retreated thousands of miles for a while.
The destruction caused by the war can be seen everywhere, and countless people in the Demon Realm have been displaced and homeless.
In war, no matter whether it is just or evil, the people will always suffer, and this remains unchanged in ancient and modern times.
In front of the Wu Clan army, Twelve Witch Queens stood in the sky, pressing forward step by step, capturing one city after another.
Gou Huang ordered them to advance as quickly as possible and reach the Primeval Demonic Realm hinterland as soon as possible, regardless of the gain or loss of a city.
Three thousand miles away, demon clouds were billowing. In front of the 80,000 demon army, Xuan Kong, the fifth prince of the demons, stood between heaven and earth, looking into the distance Twelve Witch Queens, his expression getting heavier and heavier.
The fighting power of the Wu Clan army is extraordinary, and the strength of Twelve Witch Queens is beyond imagination. This war is becoming more and more difficult.
Just when the two armies were about to clash again, a beautiful figure appeared in front of the demon army, and the powerful Demonic Qi surged, attracting attention.
At the same time, on the ground below, Plain-clothed Figure walked out, wearing a sharp Sword Qi that could divide heaven and earth.
"Thirteenth Prince, and, Gandharva!"
Seeing the two of them, Xuan Kong's expression condensed slightly, Eight Legions, they actually took action.
"I've met the fifth uncle."
On the earth, Ning Chen looked at the figure in the sky and saluted respectfully.
"No need to be polite."
Xuan Kong said in a concentrated voice, "Did the two Demon Emperors send you here?"
"Yeah"
Ning Chen nodded and said, "In this battle, let's let my nephew take part in the battle."
Xuan Kong looked at the young man below, and after a moment, he said, "Twelve Witch Queens are all strong men above the middle and late king realms, are you sure?"
"Winning is not easy, procrastination is not." Ning Chen replied.
Hearing this, Xuan Kong thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, you will come first in the first formation."
"Thank you, Fifth Master Uncle."
Ning Chen thanked him, stepped forward, and jumped forward.
In the void, Gandharva furrowed his brows without leaving a trace, and followed after him.
This Thirteenth Prince really knows how to ask for trouble, and wants to fight as soon as he comes here.
"Wait a minute."
In front of the demon army, Xuan Kong looked at the girl-like Eight Legions in front of him and said.
Gandharva stopped, looked back at the fifth prince of the devil, and said calmly, "What do you want the prince to do?"
"Eight Legions, how many people have been awakened?" Xuan Kong said solemnly.
"For now, it's just me."
Gandharva said calmly, without saying more, turned around and chased after him.
On the battlefield between the two armies, the Heavenly Demon Prince asked for a fight. His Sword Qi penetrated the sky and the earth, and the sword light rising into the sky criss-crossed and was extremely dazzling.
In front of the Wu Clan army, Twelve Witch Queens stopped and looked at the young figure on the ground in front of him, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Such a powerful Sword Qi, this person should be the Thirteenth Prince from the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan.
Heavenly Demon Royal Clan Two masters of swordsmanship, one Fourth Prince, the Foremost Sword Under Heaven, and Xuanqi, are far away on the battlefield in the southeast and cannot appear here.
The other one is Nine Nether Demonic Emperor's disciple, Heavenly Demon Royal Clan Thirteenth Prince.
"Let me do this formation."
In Twelve Witch Queens, a woman in green walked out and said softly.
"Be careful."
Not far away, another Witch Queen spoke up and reminded, "Although this Thirteenth Prince of Heavenly Demons is not very skilled, his sword skills are rare in ancient and modern times. Don't underestimate the enemy."
"I understand"
The green-clothed Witch Queen nodded, and moved towards the battlefield ahead.
In the battlefield, Ning Chen stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and the light from the sword continued to gather.
Witch Queen Feiyu's expression was slightly condensed, and he held his slender hands empty, and a long green silk appeared, three feet long, as soft as a snake's body.
After looking at it for a moment, Ning Chen swung his sword, and thousands of swords were displayed in the sky and earth, directly swiping towards the Witch Queen in front.
Witch Queen Feiyu waved his long silk ribbon, the green brilliance flourished, and a huge vortex appeared, blocking Wanjian.
Sword Qi and Chang Ling collided, a confrontation between hardness and softness, Wanjian sank into the whirlpool, without causing any waves, and disappeared invisible.
In the sky, Gandharva saw this, and a flash of concentration flashed in his eyes. Trouble is, the Witch Queen's moves are just right to restrain Thirteenth Prince.
In front of the demon army, Prince Xuankong also saw the unfavorable situation of the battle ahead, and his expression became tense.
The Wu Clan Twelve Witch Queens each has its own strengths, and this is the most difficult part to deal with. No matter who on their side fights, Twelve Witch Queens can basically find a way to restrain them.
While the two were thinking, in the battlefield between the two armies, the sword light reappeared, Ning Chen stepped forward and jumped towards the woman in front of him.
Witch Queen Feiyu stared, raised his hand to draw the energy, the spiritual energy gathered between the heaven and the earth around him, and a powerful palm shot out of the air.
Ning Chen swung his sword to force the former's palm, and with a roar, the figure retreated a hundred feet.
A hundred feet away, Ning Chen landed, stepped back, and turned back.
A sword cut through the air, striking first, Sword Qi was so majestic that it came out with nothing left behind.
Witch Queen Feiyu's figure remains as motionless as a mountain, waving his long silk ribbon, using softness to overcome strength, and transforming Sword Qi.
Suddenly, Witch Queen Feiyu's expression changed, his figure flashed past, and he retreated dozens of feet away.
But in the long silk, nine rays of light followed him like a shadow, quickly catching up.
"That's it?"
In front of the witch army, the eleven witch queens looked downcast, Nine Nether Demonic Emperor's Nine Transformations of Xuanjie?
Xuan Jie appears in this world, with endless murderous intent. Witch Queen Feiyu's figure flutters, avoiding one killing light after another, and dangers abound.
Zhirou Changling, facing the unpredictable Nine Transformations of Xuanjie, lost the restraint effect just now, and its power was greatly reduced.
On the ground, Ning Chen's footsteps stepped on, and the figure swept out again. Inverted Water Moon Sword Qi rose in his hand, and a sword broke through the sky.
Thousands of feet of violent waves split the sky and the earth, and a huge crack appeared in the sky above the battlefield, which was shocking.
Sword Qi came through the air, Witch Queen Feiyu's expression changed, his body was raised to the limit, and the long silk was heavily coiled and blocked in front of him.
With a roar, the world rumbled and shook, Sword Qi shook Chang Ling, and the power of the sword quickly dissipated.
At the same time, in the void, nine rays of light passed by again, transformed into a sharp sword, and once again slashed at the woman in front of her.
With a squeaking sound, Nine Changes broke the long silk, Sword Qi penetrated the body, bringing out a waterfall of brilliant blood flowers.
At the critical moment, a figure in white appeared in front of the Wu Clan army and rushed to the battlefield in an instant.
A palm that shook the heaven and earth came out through the air and sea, with more power than Witch Queen Feiyu, and struck Zhiming to stop the fight between the two.
At this moment, in the void, the figure of Gandharva disappeared and swept into the battlefield. He also shot out a palm and met the palm force of White-robed Witch Queen.