Breaking the Day

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters!Huang Nishang defeated Ouyang Nan, which was one of the dark horse battles in countless assessment battles. Since Ouyang Nan was not a figure in the Lingshan school, Huang Nishang was only a new disciple, so not many people paid attention to this battle.

But everyone who followed this battle was shocked!

Ouyang Nan is not a top player below the golden body, but his strength is definitely not weak. As a monk who has practiced for 20 or 30 years, he will actually lose to a disciple who has just started!

This is simply shocking!

Is it possible that Cangxiu Pavilion also has a character like Li Chengfeng?

Li Chengfeng is so powerful, and there is a little bit of reason that can be explained: after all, he comes from the once-time No.

But what is the origin of this Huang Nishang?

Huang Nishang didn't seem to feel these suspicions and jealousy. After taking a deep look at Li Chengfeng, she walked straight off the ring.

When Li Chengfeng saw her stepping off the ring not far away, a corner of the veil floated slightly, and he could see the scar flashing under the veil.

Li Chengfeng quickly went up to help Ouyang Nan, and asked in astonishment: "How did the brother lose?"

Ouyang Nan flushed with shame and anger, and said, "She has a magic weapon, which is very powerful!"

Li Chengfeng asked quickly: "What is the magic weapon?"

Ouyang Nan thought for a while and said, "It's a mirror! She took a picture of me when she took it out, and I felt dizzy, and then I flew out."

Li Chengfeng was shocked and said, "Why is this?"

Su Yuehan moved in her heart, and quickly asked, "What does this mirror look like?"

Ouyang Nan looked dazed: "I don't know, I don't remember! I remember that her mirror is extremely small, and when she shook it at me in her palm, I was dizzy!"

Su Yuehan's face solemnly said: "It seems...maybe it is a ghost mirror!"

"Soul Mirror?" Su You, Zhao Xiaobao and others asked in unison.

"What magic weapon is this?" Li Chengfeng asked.

"This is... the personal magic weapon of the great demon Du Yue more than five hundred years ago..." Su Yuehan glanced at Ouyang Nan and said, "You should be fortunate that she is not strong enough to fully exert the power of this magic weapon. You are already dead!"

Ouyang Nan was frightened and said: "How can she have such a terrifying magic weapon?"

Su Yuehan shook her head and said: "This is not known. But...you have to be careful. Legend has it that the ghost mirror can be directly connected to the Nine Nether Realm, and the soul of the person will be captured by the Nine Nether King. Once the soul is ingested ...The golden fairy is hard to save!"

Having said this, Su Yuehan couldn't help showing a trace of fear in her eyes, and her body trembled slightly.

At this moment, she seemed to suddenly think of the terrifying past, and the memory deep in her mind surged with heat, like a bloody wave engulfing her.

In this tumbling wave of blood, a huge bloody hand soared into the sky, and the foul-smelling air was filled with the deafening roar of the Nine Nether King. It shot at Su Yuehan overwhelmingly, until the petite body was instantly bloodied. Hand pat into powder!

At this moment, a hand was placed on Su Yuehan's shoulder, and Su Yuehan screamed and flashed to the side nervously, glaring sharply at the person who patted her on the shoulder.

At this time, Su Yuehan discovered that the surrounding bloody waves and terrifying bloody hands had all disappeared. It was still a lively martial arts field, and it was still the familiar and concerned face.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Chengfeng held Su Yuehan's arm with both hands, and whispered.

Su Yuehan trembled all over, her hands and feet were cold, her usual likable eyes were full of terror, and Li Chengfeng could feel the fear pouring from the depths of her heart after only a glance.

Su Yuehan had tears in her eyes. She stared at Li Chengfeng and immediately lowered her head. She trembled: "No, nothing..."

Li Chengfeng held Su Yuehan in his arms with great affection, and he whispered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid..."

Su Yuehan’s body is like a lamb trembling in the cold wind. Only she knows it best. She recalled Jiuyou’s past at that moment. At that moment, her breath and soul were captured by the Nine Nether King. At this moment, she sensed the scene in the Nine Nether Blood Pond, and felt an unprecedented horror!

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Jiuyou, blood pool!

On the dim Nine Nether Hell's rock wall, black fog spreads along the icy rocks, like countless black poisonous snakes, constantly crawling down.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which became stronger as it went down, and hotter as it went down.

The black mist flowing down from all directions converged continuously towards the center of the blood pool, and gradually condensed into a blood-red body in the blood pool.

This body was twisting, and countless black mists and blood mixed together, while making a screaming sound, while rolling and boiling, one after another terrifying grievance spirit faces undulated on this body, as if a person's body was undulating. The pustules broke open and healed, and then broke open again.

I don't know how long it took, this body gradually condensed and formed, and the appearance that it exposed was clearly the appearance of a dream talent.

His hands and feet were slender like a praying mantis, and the long, pointed face showed excitement and enthusiasm. He looked down at his hands, then clenched his fists into a fist and let out a earth-shattering roar.

The roar shook the Jiuyou Extreme Prison, and countless monsters and monsters at the periphery of the blood pool were crawling on the ground in fear, and the monsters and monsters who were fierce in the world did not dare to move in this roar.

After a long roar, a low, cold snort rang out. The sound was far less powerful than that of Ximengcai's roar, but it seemed to Ximengcai's ears like nine gods of thunder, which shocked his face with fear. Lulu immediately knelt down, and said in fear, "Master! The slave drama dream... is back!"

There was no response in the blood pond for a long time, only the pouting sound of blood rolling, and the heartbeat of Ximeng's fierce fear.

He was resurrected in the blood pool again, and his power was far stronger than before, but he didn't know what fate was waiting for him, how his master, Nine Nether King, would send him off!

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed to Ximeng that it was as far away as thousands of years, until a deep voice rang out: "Trash!!"

Ximeng trembled all over, crawling on the ground, and trembling: "Master! Give me another chance! I will not let you down!"

"Xiamengcai! You have let me down too many times!" The Nine Nether King's voice was cold and heavy. "You must know that there will always be only one Demon King! Only the last Demon King who survived is worthy to lead me. Nine Nether Army!"

After all, the monsters and monsters in the entire Jiuyou got up one after another. They stretched all the way from the blood pool, in all directions, boundless, like a gray-black carpet, densely covered on the cursed land of the Jiuyou, their The roar shook the ground under their feet, like an indestructible and unstoppable torrent!

Ximeng was shaking all over. He didn't know if it was because of excitement or fear. He raised his head and said, "Master! I will never disappoint you again this time!"

The Nine Nether King smiled low, and the blood in the blood pool boiled and rolled, gradually condensing into the figure of a woman: "Remember! Demon King, there is only one!"

After the dream, he stared blankly at the condensed woman in front of him, covered with fiery red flaky scales, and a deep knife mark on her cheek. She was quite beautiful, her eyes closed, as if she was surrounded by a body A statue with a cold and killing air.

This is Zhou Ling who was resurrected in the blood pool!

At this moment, Ximeng understood the meaning of the Nine Nether Kings, his eyes condensed, and he fixed his eyes on Zhou Ling in front of him. He let out a sharp scream, and the black air around his body rushed towards Zhou Ling. : "Only I am the Demon King!!"

Zhou Ling opened his eyes at this moment, and the black flames in his eyes boiled instantly, like a vengeful god crawling out of the abyss of the blood pool!

She stared at Ximengcai, smiled coldly, and walked out step by step. Two burning long knives grew rapidly in her hands, and the whole body was surrounded by a black and red flame, towards Ximengcai. Past.

The two demon kings, old and new, launched an unprecedented brutal fight in the blood pool of the Nine Nether Hell.