Ahead, there was a huge ravine, as if it had been cut by a sword, cutting across the east and west, making it difficult to move even an inch.
Ning Chen got off the carriage, sat in a wheelchair and walked towards the ravine ahead, but he felt an extremely powerful will rushing towards him, causing the blood and energy in his body to surge.
Ning Chen is horrified that such a powerful person in the world can be so terrifying and can imprint his will between heaven and earth for a long time.
He has seen many powerful people at the peak of the ninth level. Qing Ling, Xia Miaoyu, and even Divine Son are all in the realm, but they are still the most powerful among them.
However, he knew that absolutely no one among them could do this.
Only Xiantian has such earth-shattering strength.
This Dao Sword mark has been around for some time, and the dust has turned black. In the whole world, the only one who can split the heaven and the earth with one sword is undoubtedly the supreme sword Sword City.
The pressure in Ning Chen's heart is even heavier. Everyone knows that the sword in Sword City has not reached the innate state. Now it seems that it is not that he is not talented, but that he doesn't care.
This sword has shown to a large extent that Sword City's sword has transcended the realm of mortals. Even if it is physically bound, it cannot stop the invincible Sword Intent.
Ning Chen, who came from a foreign country, found it difficult to understand that the sword in one person's hand could reach such a shocking state.
This is no longer a human being, but a real sword, a sword that can compete with heaven and earth.
No wonder all the swordsmen in the world only see one sword when they look at the deserted city.
Ink Sword was trembling behind the wheelchair, trying to crawl in this supreme Sword Intent. Ning Chen held Ink Sword, and a trace of true energy penetrated into it, suppressing the trembling of the sword.
"Ink Sword, since you have followed me, you can no longer worship anyone or the sword."
With a sonorous sound, Ink Sword stopped trembling and seemed to respond to the master's command again.
Ning Chen got on the carriage again and took a detour. Now he is not qualified to cross this Dao Sword mark, but this day will never be far away.
He swears!
Ten days later, Ning Chen's carriage was very close to Sword City. At the same time, news gradually spread that shocked the entire Great Xia.
Eighth Prince, dead!
Great Xia Among the nineteen Imperial Prince and princesses, there are actually only four people who really hope to compete for the position of Xia Emperor. First Prince is naturally one of them, and the remaining three are Third Prince, Eighth Prince and Tenth Prince.
All four Imperial Prince have been crowned kings, and Eighth Prince is also known as Prince Xian. He is the most likely successor to the throne besides First Prince.
Who would have thought that such a figure would be assassinated. The extremely powerful palm completely shattered his heart, and he died of serious injuries not long after returning to the palace.
Someone who is interested has noticed the atmosphere of conspiracy. Among the four kings, First Prince is the most promising. However, First Prince has been magnanimous and upright in his life, and he does not have much nostalgia for the emperor.
In this way, there are actually only three people who really care about the contenders for the throne.
The three of them are each afraid of and suspicious of each other, and have never dared to make any big moves.
Everyone is worried that once the momentum gets too great, the other two will jointly suppress the event, so the relationship between the triangle is always the strongest.
However, now, with the death of Eighth Prince, the triangular relationship of mutual fear has collapsed instantly, and the issue of seizing the direct descendants will inevitably become intense very quickly.
Between the two remaining, there is no longer a question of who joins the other, it is just that the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overpowers the east wind. Whoever is stronger will be able to overwhelm the other.
As for the battle between the winner and First Prince, that is a matter for the future.
At the same time that Great Xia was shaken, in the far west, Divine Son passed through the Eternal Night First Divine Hall and came directly to a vast and boundless sea of nothingness. The silver light reverberated between the sky and the earth, forming a world of its own.
"Eternal Night Divine Canon"
Divine Son stretched out his hand, and in the void, a shining black book slowly fell down. It was as black as ink, swallowing up the surrounding light like a black hole.
"What are you checking?"
At this moment, a majestic and tall figure walked over, and his dominating aura made the entire void distort.
"Martial Lord"
Divine Son bowed respectfully as a junior and said, "I will look for more information about Heavenly Tome."
"Oh? It looks like I gained something from my trip this time."
A strange look flashed across Martial Lord's brows, and he said slowly, there are many young generals among Eternal Night Divine Cult, but the one he is most satisfied with is Jun Shaoqing, who is neither arrogant nor impatient, persistent in doing things, and has the same style as his father in the past.
"I feel the breath of Scroll of Life," Divine Son said.
"Huh? It turned out to be it."
Hearing this news, Martial Lord couldn't calm down. Among Heavenly Tome, although Scroll of Life is not the strongest volume, it is the most special volume.
Ten Scrolls of Heavenly Tome, birth is the beginning, God is the venerable, chaos is the change, and inaction is the end. The other six volumes each have their own abilities and are the essence of the principles of heaven and earth.
Divine Son Open Eternal Night Divine Canon. This ancient book that records the countless years since the creation of Yongye erupted with a dazzling black light, swallowing up the sky and destroying the earth, which was extremely horrifying.
Eternal Night Divine Canon is Scroll of Light among the ten volumes of Heavenly Tome. Everything and everything in the world is in it.
In the dazzling light, ten big characters were lined up one after another. Among them, six characters - Sheng, Ming, Yue, Xing, Di, and Luan - had been illuminated. As for the remaining four characters, they were still dim and could not be seen clearly.
Martial Lord looked at the six bright characters in the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in surprise, "I didn't expect Heavenly Tome to have been born in six volumes."
Divine Son nodded and said, "In the six volumes of Heavenly Tome, Scroll of Light and Scroll of Moon are in the divine religion, Scroll of Motion is in Sword City, Scroll of Chaos was acquired by the woman Northern Mongol Royal Court, and the whereabouts of the remaining two volumes are unknown. However, I felt the aura of Scroll of Life in Great Xia's wedding party that day. Although it was short-lived, it was unmistakable."
"Is there any news about Scroll of Earth?" Martial Lord asked.
"No"
Divine Son shook his head. When Scroll of Earth was born, it was too far away from Eternal Night Divine Cult, and the location was still within the territory of Great Xia. It was difficult for the powerful cultists to arrive in time.
The whereabouts of the two volumes of Heavenly Tome are unknown, which is not a good thing for the divine religion. After the creation of Yongye, ten volumes of Heavenly Tome were scattered across the world. The divine religion obtained five of them, and its power was unparalleled for a while. However, as time went by, Except for Eternal Night Divine Canon, the other four volumes of Heavenly Tome have been lost. Even the Scroll of Moon placed in the First Divine Hall was only recovered a hundred years ago.
The decline of the divine religion thousands of years ago is not unrelated to the loss of Heavenly Tome. It is crucial for the divine religion to recover the remaining Heavenly Tome.
"In the divine book, can you see the whereabouts of Scroll of Earth?" Martial Lord asked.
Divine Son waved his hand, and his true energy surged out and submerged into Eternal Night Divine Canon. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "I can't see it."
Martial Lord frowned. Since the birth of Scroll of Chaos, the role of the divine code has been increasingly affected. Unfortunately, the woman Northern Mongol Royal Court is still valuable, and it is not time to fall out.
At this moment, Divine Son narrowed his eyes and thought of something else, "Martial Lord, I almost forgot to say that, Underworld Son is also awake."
"Oh? Is that the variable in the Netherworld Hell rumors?"
Martial Lord had a look of indifference on his face. It seemed like it was really a sign of troubled times. Even this lunatic had woken up.
Underworld Son and Ghost Maiden are a pair of variables of Netherworld Hell. They are powerful and can compete with the innate strong ones together. However, this generation of Underworld Son is a madman. Both the absurdity and talent are far beyond any previous Underworld Son.
In the whole world, the only person who can check and balance Underworld Son is Ghost Maiden. Apart from that, even if he is innate, it will be difficult to kill Underworld Son who came out of hell.
There are always some special people in this world, and life and death cannot be determined simply by the strength of force.
Underworld Son and Ghost Maiden come from Netherworld Hell. They check and balance each other and complement each other. Apart from force, the most difficult thing to deal with is the almost unkillable Netherworld Ghost Body.
"Tomorrow, you go to Sword City in the east. I have already accepted that person's sword-certifying battle. But before that, you go to fight with Sword City, the newly promoted Xiantian. This will be helpful for you to understand the realm of Xiantian."
In his words, Martial Lord made no secret of his anticipation for the battle. Warriors were born for fighting. Eternal Night Divine Cult has been silent for too long. If he hides his edge any longer, he will be completely forgotten by the world.
Divine Son nodded. It had been a long time since he had stopped at the Houtian Realm peak. He had vaguely taken steps but could not really take them. He really needed a battle to stimulate himself.
On the wasteland, the Mercedes-Benz carriage has gradually slowed down. Half a day later, an ancient city can be vaguely seen, but this is not Sword City.
But Great Xia is the last city in the east, Peerless City!
Peerless City is located on the only road that runs from east to west. It is extremely prosperous. The walls of the entire ancient city are made of strange ancient wood and metal. Knives, forks, swords and halberds have left traces on it. You can vaguely see the fierce battles in the past. It has been a great pass of Central Plains since ancient times. I don't know how many years have gone by, but it still stands firm on the land of the Divine Continent today.
Ning Chen entered the city and randomly found an inn to stay at.
The money has almost bottomed out and it has become something that has to be solved.
It's too slow to chop firewood, so it's not suitable to grab it. The only way is to go out and try your luck. He can also do some kung fu, so it won't be a problem to beat him.
Problems that were not a problem at first have now become obstacles that hinder his progress, which is a bit helpless to say the least.
Warriors are humans too and need to eat.
As for the arena, it has been rare since ancient times, and Peerless City will naturally have no shortage of it.
Ning Chen is like a fat wolf. After seeing it from afar, he rushed there desperately.
The big flag flying in front had two words written in big words, "Challenge!". In his opinion, this was silver and bread.
After finally squeezing through the crowd to the front of the ring, Ning Chen didn't say a word, but just took a shot and got into the wheelchair.
Opposite the ring is a Green-robed Middle-aged Man, with a beard and a face like a crown jewel. It can be seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young. Even now, even as he gets older, he can still charm many nymphomaniac girls.
Ning Chen hates handsome guys the most, especially those handsomer than him.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man who came up and frowned unconsciously. How could he be disabled?
"Have you read the rules?" the middle-aged man asked worriedly.
"Rules?" Ning Chen is a little silly. What rules? Isn't it just a fight? Are there any rules?
Wait, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and glanced around. When he saw a mysterious girl sitting vaguely behind the gauze curtain of the arena, he was confused.
He was careless and forgot that there is another kind of competition in this world called martial arts competition to recruit a bride.
Ning Chen grinned, laughed silly, and apologized, "Haha, I went to the wrong place, I'm sorry."
Regardless of whether it is true or not, he can't stay any longer. For this kind of thing, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.
As soon as he finished speaking, the wheelchair turned and he was about to get off dejectedly.
There was no way to earn this money, otherwise he would have to pay for it himself.
"Wait a minute"
At this moment, the girl behind the gauze curtain stood up. Her face was pretty, but she had an unpleasant arrogance.
Ning Chen pretended not to hear it, turned the wheelchair, and went down the stairs.
"I called you, didn't you hear me?"
The girl was furious, and with a wave of her hand, she hit the whip and whipped it towards Ning Chen with a snap.
The sudden misfortune made Ning Chen a little unhappy. He just went to the wrong place and apologized, so why should he be whipped.
Even if Changsun didn't let him get whipped, why should this woman!
(PS: Here is one chapter, there are two chapters left, keep coding. For the sake of Yan Yu being so dedicated, give me rewards and tickets to kill me!)