Buddhist Kingdom, the battle that attracted the attention of the world, finally came to an end, the two poles collided, a terrifying big explosion sounded, and the heaven and earth turned into chaos.
The terrifying aftermath spread out, and the void for thousands of miles collapsed. Those who could not avoid it were all drawn into the void and disappeared.
A shocking scene, above the battle, Mu Qianshang, Lin Yuzhen and others, who had escaped the aftermath of the explosion first, looked at the shocking scene below, and their hearts were filled with waves and shock.
After the extreme, in the void, the aftermath dissipated, only to see a figure falling from the sky, hitting the ground with a thump.
Faint golden light scattered bits and pieces from the defeated body, Saint Essence dissipated, and returned to darkness.
In front, the victor stood proudly. Suddenly, a waterfall of blood exploded, dyeing the sky red.
"Luojia!"
"Know your destiny!"
At this moment, outside the battle, the figures of the kings of the underworld and the holy realm passed by sharply and came to the two of them respectively.
"Bang!"
In the void, in the hands of Ning Chen, the black knife Mad Bone Blade shattered into pieces. In the final impact, all the spiritual energy was consumed and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Luojia!"
Below, the Lord of the Twelfth Palace lifted up the seriously injured Luojia and said anxiously.
"I'm fine."
Luojia sat up, looked at the young man in the sky, and said in a deep voice, "You win."
"Concession!"
In the sky, Ning Chen waved his hand, put away Ghost Sword, and said calmly, "Your Excellency, please retreat."
Luojia staggered to his feet, looked back at the sacred army that had suffered heavy casualties, a look of emotion flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he ordered, "Retreat!"
With an order, the war ended, and the Holy Army retreated one after another, leaving Buddhist Kingdom.
In front of the two palace owners of the Eighth and Twelfth Houses, Luojia glanced at the young man in the void and said, "The next time we meet, it will be the time of life and death."
"We're always here for you!"
Ning Chen said calmly.
Luojia turned around and left without staying any longer.
Behind him, the Lords of the Eighth and Twelfth Houses followed, and after a while, they disappeared at the end of the starry sky.
The Holy Army retreated, and in the void, the figure of Ning Chen suddenly staggered, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell down.
Next to him, Mu Chengxue immediately stepped forward to support the former and asked with heavy eyes, "How are you?"
"No problem."
Ning Chen barely stabilized his body and said with an extremely tired look, "Aizen Myōō, you stay to deal with the Buddhist Kingdom's affairs. Luo Xingchen, Mu Qianshang, King Qi, you also stay temporarily to prevent the Holy Domain army from returning."
"Yes!"
The four Underworld Yama took orders in a solemn voice.
"Nariyuki, let's go."
After making arrangements for the Buddhist Kingdom, Ning Chen looked at the woman beside him and said weakly.
"Yeah!"
Mu Chengxue nodded, helped the former, and his figure flashed away and turned into a white light.
"It seems something is wrong with Zhi Ming." Luo Xingchen said in a condensed voice.
"Having just experienced such a tragic battle, Zhi Ming's injuries must be serious, but with Mu Chengxue by his side, it shouldn't be a serious problem." Mu Qianshang responded.
Luo Xingchen nodded, but there was still a worried look on his face. In the previous battle, Zhiming's cultivation level was quite different from that of Luojia. Holy-Demonic Counteraction, this suppression would be more obvious.
Zhi Ming was able to turn defeat into victory at the last moment and defeat Luojia head-on. I'm afraid he paid a heavy price.
In the starry sky, white light streaked past, getting faster and faster, making it impossible to even see the afterimage.
In the white stream of light, Mu Chengxue supported Ning Chen and moved forward at a high speed, not daring to stop at all.
The battle that attracted the attention of the world, Zhi Mingli, who was absolutely inferior in cultivation, defeated the strongest man in the Twelve Palaces of the Sacred Realm. The shocking battle allowed the human race to see hope again. The hundreds of tribes were not absolutely invincible. Their strongest King Realm master was still defeated by the strong human race.
Hope, something that is difficult to describe in words, sprouted silently in the hearts of millions of powerful people, giving everyone hope and faith again.
While the human races in all major star regions were still excited about this amazing battle, Demonic Qi surged above the starry sky, and silhouettes rushed past. Heavenly Demon Royal Clan sent out its peak combat power to stop and kill Zhiming, who was seriously injured.
In the divine realm, the space is miraculous, and the peacock appears, leading the masters of the divine realm to fly away quickly.
At the same time, in the underworld, Xia Ziyi, Moonlit Tower Master, and Consort Luo Sam people all came out to rush to Zhi Ming's aid.
Time Contest of Blades, a big war, all parties are moving together, everyone has only one goal, Marquis of Knowing Fate!
"Change the direction, we can't go back to the underworld now." Ning Chen said with an extremely weak expression in the starry sky.
"Why?"
Mu Chengxue asked in doubt as he supported the former and hurried on.
"Going back to the underworld now will bring the pursuers to the underworld. Don't go back hastily." Ning Chen said tiredly.
"Where to go?" Mu Chengxue said in a condensed voice.
"God realm." Ning Chen said weakly.
"Yeah."
Mu Chengxue responded lightly, changed direction, and followed the former's guidance towards the divine realm.
From behind, a demonic cloud quickly came over the area. In the demonic cloud, a huge python appeared. Its terrifying demonic power was shocking.
Eight Legions, Mahoraga appeared in the world, the ancient demon king with infinite power, reappeared in the world after hundreds of thousands of years.
Next to Mahoraga, Garuda, with wings on his back, stood quietly, his huge demonic energy also astonishing.
The two fastest Eight Legions took the order to chase Zhiming. Behind them, hundreds of giant demons with giant wings followed, galloping away at extremely fast speeds.
"How far is it?"
Mahoraga asked, his voice deafening, like thunder, echoing across the starry sky and reaching hundreds of miles away.
"Soon."
Garuda glanced at the demonic fire moths flying in front of him, and said solemnly, that Thirteenth Prince was severely injured and could no longer conceal his aura. As long as the distance was not too far, these moths would definitely look for his traces.
At time Contest of Blades, the three forces, the demons, the underworld, and the gods, are trying their best to find Zhiming's whereabouts, and they dare not delay for a moment.
In the void, a white stream of light rushed past, and after an instant, it disappeared into the depths of the starry sky.
"Hold on, we'll be there soon."
Seeing that the aura of the man next to him was getting weaker and weaker, Mu Chengxue's eyes flashed with worry and he said with concentration.
"Yeah."
With most of his Qi and blood lost, Ning Chen's consciousness was gradually unable to hold on, and he leaned feebly on Mu Chengxue's body and answered in a daze.
The side effects of forcibly opening Soaring Swan Art's ten times attack are beginning to show. Even the body of a demon cannot bear the blood-burning tactics.
Mu Chengxue Seeing this, he became more and more worried. Something was wrong. How could he lose so much energy and blood?
After traveling for a long time, the divine realm was not too far away. However, the pursuers coming quickly from behind were getting closer and closer.
With a heavy burden on his body, Mu Chengxue was restrained very quickly. For a while, it was difficult to get rid of the pursuers from behind.
Thousands of miles away, in the magic cloud, Garuda looked at the white stream of light moving rapidly in front of him, a cold look flashed at the corner of his mouth.
Finally caught up.
"Kill!"
With an order, hundreds of giant-winged demons immediately galloped out from behind, with strong murderous intent, covering the stars in the sky.
Ahead, Mu Chengxue felt something. He looked back at the hundreds of demons rushing towards him with a cold look on his face.
"Lend me your sword. This time, I will lead you to fight your way out!"
While speaking, Mu Chengxue took the sword from the former's hand, and his murderous intent broke out, and it was bone-chilling.