Chapter 1608

Outside the human world, different small worlds, successive wars have taken place. Ning Chen, who has been fighting outside for many years, has not returned to the immortal realm for nearly a thousand years.

I don't know whether it's a shame or something in my heart. Ning Chenping lost the small world created by one sage after another and never went back to heaven.

For thousands of years, the comatose ghost girl still hasn't woken up.

Even though the power of the Lord of the earth is extraordinary, he has not entered the world after all. He has taken the full hand of the great sage, and his body has nearly collapsed.

For thousands of years, Ning Chen has been nurturing the body of the ghost girl with her own strength day and night, waiting for her to wake up.

And in the depths of the collapse of the nether world, more and more rich ghost gas, ghost gas, a touch of beautiful shadow sitting, beautiful face more and more pale.

For thousands of years, in the belly of Ming Ming, the holy fetus has been growing up, and it is almost the time of birth.

At the same time, with the birth of the holy child, Ming Ming's body became weaker and weaker.

Outside the netherworld, a figure who could not distinguish between yin and Yang stood still, looking forward to it.

It's finally the day.

Holy fetus, this will be the most powerful existence since Taichu.

In the nether world, the voice of pain comes out. Even the Lord of the nether world, who is a saint, has to bear endless pain when he is pregnant with life.

He gritted his teeth and endured the seemingly endless pain, and the hatred in his heart also rose rapidly.

She's going to blow that man up.

"Ah

Time flies, and in the twinkling of an eye, another hundred years have passed. Suddenly, in the depths of the netherworld, a very painful murmur comes out, which makes people scared.

A moment of silence, immediately, a loud cry came out, accompanied by a powerful holy power, spread all over the world.

"What's this?"

From all sides of the world, a great sage has a feeling that he looks at the direction of the netherworld with a look of surprise.

It's amazing power.

At the same time, in the small world created by a great sage, Ning Chen, who was fighting, felt this breath and trembled involuntarily.

This familiar feeling, why?

Outside of the netherworld, Yin Fei's lips show a cold smile and step into the netherworld.

Deep in the nether world, Ming Ming, who had just given birth to the holy child, was extremely weak, and it was very difficult to even stand up.

At this time, all over the sky, the smell of red powder diffuses, and Yin Fei Hua rushes into the netherworld, seizing the holy fetus.

"Presumptuous!"

He was a saint who felt angry on his weak face and forced to raise yuan to block the road of lust.

"Lord of the nether world, in your heyday, I may be afraid of you, but now you are no threat."

Yin is not a flower, directly in front of the main shock of the nether world back several Zhang, came forward to hold the holy fetus, turned away.

"Poof!"

Ten feet away, he staggered to stop his body, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, adding to the injury.

"Child

Mingming forbeared the injury and immediately ran after it.

However, Ming Ming, who had just given birth to the holy fetus, had already consumed a lot of Qi and blood and cultivation. If he just went out of the netherworld, he could not see the trace of the Lord of lust.

"Child

The color of confusion and confusion flashed in her eyes. The mother's nature, even a saint, could not be avoided. The child lost, and her heart was completely flustered.

In endless time and space, Ning Chen fights with the master of the small world, and his heart also flashes inexplicable irritability. With a sword, he shakes back the sage in front of him. His brow is wrinkled. He doesn't want to fight any more and turns back.

In the small world, the saint breathed heavily, escaped from the robbery, and was in a cold sweat.

A hundred days later, before the netherworld, Ning Chen came and looked at the ruined netherworld ahead, weighed it for a long time and flew into it.

The breath came from here. He wanted to see what happened.

The nether world is full of ruins, and the world that has been destroyed has been completely destroyed.

Ning Chen searched all over the netherworld, but did not find any breath, even the Lord of the netherworld had disappeared.

Ning Chen stands in the nether world, has been waiting for ten days, but has not been waiting for the emergence of the Lord of the nether world.

As a last resort, Ning Chen can only leave.

Starry sky, turbulent flow of time and space, a blood stained Ming Ming across time and space, not far away from the pursuit of lust saints.

War after war, Ming Ming's injuries are getting more and more serious, there is no time to recover.

I don't dare to stop, for fear that after stopping, I will never find the trace of the saint of lust.

It's like the feeling between mother and son. Every time the lust saint is about to get rid of the pursuit of the Lord of the nether world, the Lord of the nether world soon appears in front of him.

After a series of wars, the lust Saint obviously felt that the cultivation of the Lord of the nether world was gradually recovering, and his strength was becoming stronger and stronger.

"It's haunting

The lust sage looked at the figure coming from afar. After thinking about it, he changed his direction and headed for the eighth heaven.After that, he felt the residual air of the road between heaven and earth, looked at the sky and caught up again.

The eighth heaven is the world where the God of time is in charge, where the rules of time flow, and the rays of the sun cover the eyes.

Lust saints plunder into the eighth heaven, not long after, Ming and Ming also pursue.

"Lord of the nether world, you have crossed the line."

However, at this time, between heaven and earth, a majestic voice sounded, directly blocking Mingming in the eight heaven.

"God, do you want to shield the Lord of lust?"

Looking at the world ahead, he said in a deep voice.

"I don't want you to worry about my business."

The God of the eighth heaven opened his mouth and responded.

After hearing the words, his face sank, and he was full of ghost spirit. He ran directly towards the big world in front of him.

In the eighth heaven, the God raised his hand, and the law of time filled the air, which suddenly blocked the attack of the Lord of the nether world.

As the most powerful of the saints, the strength of the eighth heaven is above the Ming and the Ming. Now, the latter is seriously damaged, and the gap between them is even greater.

Ten spring, summer, autumn and winter, the two people constantly fight, each time, with the end of a tragic defeat, unable to break into the eighth day, there is no chance to recapture their children.

In the last fight, the hand of the God almost broke through the heart of the underworld. If the body of the saint did not die, the Lord of the underworld would be removed from the world.

Finally, Mingming left with a heavy body, looking for other ways.

In the seventh heaven, after more than a thousand years, Ning Chen returned to the immortal realm for the first time. He fought for thousands of years and was bathed in blood.

Ning Chen returns, didn't stir too many people, drag the body of exhaustion to enter the fairy temple to raise to recover injured body.

"How did you come back?" Lime came forward and asked softly.

"I'm in trouble."

Ning Chen closes eyes, tired way.

The sound of the words fell, and the shadow appeared out of thin air. Without saying a word, he clapped his hand directly to the temple below.

In the immortal hall, Ning Chen feels that his eyes suddenly open.

The next moment, on the immortal hall, a figure in plain clothes appeared and raised his hand to block the palm power of the Lord of the nether world.

"Follow me to save the ghost at once!"

Looking at the man in front of him, he could not hide his hatred.

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