Primeval Demonic Realm, the battlefield on the southern front was raging with war. At the moment of crisis, Heavenly Demon Red Armored Army arrived, shocking the kings of the scale clan.
In front of the Red Armored Army, a Ghost Qi filled ancient sword came through the air and swept into the battle. The powerful sword pressure filled the air and the sky and earth changed color.
Looking at the battle, a Plain-clothed Figure walked up, put his right hand on the ancient sword, glanced at the Scaly King kings, and said lightly, "Everyone, please retreat!"
The understated voice did not carry the slightest threat, but it had a majesty that could not be rejected. With the king's sword in hand, there is no enemy in the world.
Looking at the young man in the middle of the battle, King Li looked gloomy. He weighed for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Retreat!"
Reinforcements from the demon army have arrived, and there is no point in fighting anymore. The young man in front of him is not weak. He and the other three kings are seriously injured, so there is no need to fight with him at this time.
With an order, the scale army immediately retreated like a tide. King Li and the other three kings stared at the Heavenly Demon reinforcements in front of them. After a few breaths, they also retreated.
The scale tribe retreated, Ning Chen waved his hand and put away the ancient sword, looked at the severely injured Sixth Heavenly Demon Prince behind him, and saluted respectfully, "I've seen the sixth master uncle!"
The first time I saw Sixth Heavenly Demon Prince face to face, there was a strange color in Ning Chen's eyes. Prince Xuan Xiao really didn't look like a demon, but like an ordinary scholar in the mortal world.
With his simple clothes and elegant face, no one would be able to believe that the person in front of him was actually a demon prince unless his body was stained with blood and that looming powerful Demonic Might.
While Ning Chen was observing Xuan Xiao, Xuan Xiao was also looking up and down at the young man in front of him, the disciple of Jiuyou, whom he had heard about more than once, but this was the first time he met him.
The young man in front of him has an extraordinary temperament, which is somewhat similar to Jiuyou when he was young.
It is a pity that this son was born in the human race, otherwise, his achievements in the future would not be inferior to that of his master.
"No need to be too polite. For now, thank you so much, nephew."
After looking at it for a moment, Xuan Xiao looked away and said softly.
"Sixth Master, you're welcome."
Ning Chen responded, "This is what my nephew should do. My uncle is seriously injured. It's better to go back to the camp to rest. I'll leave it to my nephew to handle it."
"Then I'll bother my nephew."
Xuan Xiao nodded, and the figure descended from the sky, taking the first step.
In the void, Ning Chen looked at the remnants of the demon army below that had just experienced a battle, and said calmly, "The whole army has returned to the city and will rest temporarily."
After giving the order, the army immediately shouted gold and withdrew towards the rear Jiuzhou City.
The mighty demon army withdrew Jiuzhou City, the Demonic Qi that blocked the sky also disappeared, and the sky returned to clarity.
Inside Jiuzhou City, a large army was stationed. The remaining 40,000 demonic troops plus 10,000 Red Armored Army barely reached 50,000.
In front of the commander's tent in the camp, Ning Chen came up, looked at the turbulent Demonic Qi in front of him, stopped, and waited patiently.
After an unknown amount of time, the turbulent Demonic Qi around the handsome tent gradually subsided, and a calm voice came out from inside the tent, saying, "Master nephew, please come in."
Outside the tent, Ning Chen heard it, opened the tent curtain and stepped inside.
In the handsome tent, Prince Xuan Xiao sat quietly. When he saw the young man entering the tent, a gentle smile appeared on his lips.
"Sixth Uncle."
Ning Chen saluted, with a look of concern on his face, and said, "How is your uncle's injury?"
"It's okay for now."
Xuan Xiao smiled and said, "Jiuyou are you okay?"
"Everything is fine, Master." Ning Chen replied.
Xuan Xiao stood up, looked at the young man in front of him, with a look of emotion on his face, and said, "Back then, your master and I had the best friendship, but after ancient times, the world changed dramatically. In order to avoid disaster, I sealed myself in the source of demons, while your master went to Heavenly Demon Pool and sank into self-destruction. Since then, I have never met him again."
Ning Chen listened quietly without interrupting, Xuan Xiao He did know something about the good relationship between the prince and the master, but the master did not mention these things.
For some reason, Master seems to have been unwilling to say more about the events of their time.
"Nephew, how long have you been practicing?" Xuan Xiao looked at the former and said softly.
"More than a hundred years ago." Ning Chen said truthfully.
"Hundred years!"
Xuan Xiao murmured softly, then smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Those Imperial Prince Imperial Daughter from my clan claim to be geniuses in vain. Compared with my nephew, they are really a joke."
To have such astonishing martial arts attainments in just a hundred years is an extremely terrifying thing, looking at ancient and modern times.
Ning Chen was silent and didn't say much.
He is not a martial arts genius. He was just curious about martial arts at first. However, fate has played a trick on people. In order to protect the people he cherishes in his heart, he has to step by step until today.
"His Highness the Crown Prince"
At this moment, Yin Ji's voice came from outside the tent, with a hint of urgency in his tone.
Ning Chen turned around, looked outside the tent, frowned slightly, and said, "What's the matter?"
"There are many unidentified people in the city Guigui who are acting sneakily. They are suspected to be scale spies. Do you want to arrest them?" Yin Ji asked for instructions.
"No need."
Ning Chen said calmly, "Keep them, these people will come in handy soon."
"Yes!"
Outside the tent, Yin Ji took the order and retreated.
"Does my nephew have any good plan for keeping these spies?"
Xuan Xiao asked.
"The law of war is to know yourself and the enemy and you will never be in danger. The Scale Clan's spies sent into the city are nothing more than to detect the strength and movements of our army. As long as there is a way to avoid or deceive these Scale Clan's spies, the Scale Clan army will lose their eyes and be slaughtered by others." Ning Chen said in a cold tone.
Xuan Xiao heard this, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Master nephew, please tell me in detail."
Three thousand miles away, in the scale camp, the four kings were sitting in the king's tent with their eyes closed, trying their best to heal their injuries.
Outside the king's tent, there were heavy soldiers guarding it, and the king's tent was heavily surrounded.
In the sky, the sun is setting, the day is passing, and night is coming.
The cold moon rises in the east, the moonlight shines on the border, and the ground is bitterly cold.
In the scale camp, heavily armored soldiers came and went, carefully guarding against the night attack of the demon army.
Just as the night was getting darker and most of the soldiers were beginning to rest, in the distance, Demonic Qi surged in from the north.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
An anxious exclamation echoed through the night sky, and the soldiers of the Scale Clan who had just fallen asleep woke up from their sleep. They came out of their tents one after another, picked up their weapons, and prepared to defend against the incoming enemy.
However, after nearly half an hour, the expected army of demons did not arrive. All the soldiers of the scale tribe breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling exhausted and went back to their tents to rest.
Jiuzhou City, on the city, the figure in plain clothes stood quietly, looking at the scale camp in the distance, also without rest all night.
Behind Zhi Ming, Yin Ji followed silently without saying a word.
She has followed His Highness for so long and has never seen him take a break. Even though a strong martial artist has far more energy than ordinary people, it is impossible for him to not rest forever.
From taking over Heavenly Demon Royal Clan to achieving today's status, His Highness's achievements in just a few years are difficult for others to match in a lifetime. Previously, she always believed that this was all due to the support behind Nine Nether Demonic Emperor. However, after following His Highness for these days, she realized that there is no success for no reason in the world. The hard work and efforts His Highness put into every step were unimaginable to ordinary people.
In the sky, the cold moon moves westward, and the night gradually passes. In the east, the morning light shines on the city, Plain-clothed Figure, with bright golden light.
The figure like a god stood tall on the city tower, attracting the attention of all the soldiers in the city. At this moment, the words Thirteenth Prince were imprinted in the hearts of all the demon soldiers.
A prince who is willing to accompany them to protect the city sleeplessly may really be able to lead them to defeat the Scale Clan army.
In the city, in front of the handsome tent, Xuan Xiao walked out and looked at the young people in the city, with a look of relief in his eyes.
There are quite a few Heavenly Demon Royal Clan Imperial Prince, and there are also several princes, but he doesn't particularly like Xuan Qing, Xuan Que or Xuanzhen.
The reason is very simple. Heavenly Demon Royal Clan people are inherently cold-blooded, and the next generation of Imperial Prince and the prince are even better than others in this regard, which is chilling.
Heavenly Demon Royal Clan needs a humane emperor to appear to change everything, and this disciple Jiuyou is the best candidate.
On the city tower, Ning Chen looked back and looked at the army in the city. Although his expression was peaceful, his eyes were extremely cold in the depths of his eyes.
Xuan Xiao I don't know, what knowing fate can bring to the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan will always be destruction, not rebirth.
At dawn, Ning Chen walked down from the city and headed towards the camp.
In front of the handsome tent, Xuan Xiao looked at the young man walking in the distance, smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It should be."
Ning Chen said softly, "Uncle, I need to recover from my injuries as soon as possible. If the Lin Clan army comes, our army will be without your strength for a moment."
Xuan Xiao nodded and said, "The injuries on my body are not serious. Even if they cannot be healed in a short period of time, as long as the injuries are suppressed with secret techniques, we can still fight with all our strength. However, Three Souls Flute's ability to restrain the scale clan's absolute defense has been destroyed. The next battle will still be disadvantageous for our side."
When Ning Chen heard this, he frowned slightly and said, "Can it only be Three Souls Flute? I have a piano called the King of Hell. Is it okay?"
"Oh?"
Xuan Xiao said in surprise, "Let me take a look."
Ning Chen waved his hand, and in the turbulent Demonic Qi, a murderous Ancient Zither appeared. Behind him, Yin Ji felt a chill all over his body and took half a step back unconsciously.
Xuan Xiao glanced at the woman behind Thirteen, and was not too surprised. At the same time, the cold thing, this King of Hell was obviously of a higher level.
"Although this piano is damaged, if it is repaired properly, it will be better than Three Souls Flute. For the next war, my nephew, would you be willing to temporarily lend me this piano?" Xuan Xiao said seriously.
"Of course."
Ning Chen Holding the piano with both hands, he sent the King of Hell away and said in a sincere tone, "I only know a few things about the music. This piano can only play a greater role in the hands of my uncle."
Xuan Xiao was not polite, he took Ancient Zither, looked at the killing weapon in his hand, and could not hide his pity.
The piano is a good piano, but it is stained with too much blood. However, it is precisely because of this blood that this killing artifact was created.
"Master, I can't borrow your things for free, so I'll give you this."
As he spoke, a roll of broken music appeared in Xuan Qing's hand. It looked inconspicuous. However, the four words on the broken music were magical, powerful, and shocking.
Doomsday Overture!
The ancient forbidden law, one of the forbidden chapters of the eponymous Divine Overture, is now so close in front of you that it is difficult to take your eyes away.