History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Nie Jingshen embraced Yu Ye speeding, her heart twisted like a sword.

Faintly, he could still feel that the enemy was chasing behind him, but Nie Jingshen had no time to take care of it at the moment, and his heart was all tied up with another thing.

Yu Ye in his arms, the beautiful face, at this moment are all cracks that show light, dense and dense, all over the body, this is the case.

The whole person, like a broken porcelain doll, will remain unbroken at the last moment of life.

Her right arm, now completely broken, disappeared.

The body of the true immortality cuts down the Xuan Xian, even if it is a Xuan Xian born out of nowhere, Yu Ye also created a legend like Yan Zhaoge.

However, he was seriously wounded and forced to display the Yuanjing for many times, finally letting Yu Ye himself collapse.

The right hand with the sword that was previously made is just the beginning.

From this beginning, her figure was broken like broken porcelain.

The body is one with the soul of the soul, and the result is gradually disappearing.

"Support me, support me more ... Nothing will happen! Nothing will happen!" Nie, who was always cold and firm, never changed his face before the enemy, seemed to panic the child at this moment.

"Frightened ... Let's go alone ..." Yu Ye's eyes turned a little brighter now, not as weak as Fang Cai.

But the look of this time in the eyes of Nie was even more distressed.

"Mo Yao is despondent!" Nie said flatly, taking a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Sword qi radiated from his body and enveloped Yu Ye in his arms.

The rebirth of the congenital primordial fetus, shrouded in Nie Jingshen, Yu Ye's body's fragmentation and change gradually became static.

Although still on the verge of life and death, he no longer continued to slide down into the abyss, and his body broke to the right arm.

But the price of all this is Nie Jingshen's huge consumption.

He experienced severe battles at the moment and was also seriously injured.

Under such circumstances, forcibly urged the valley, doomed to be unable to support for too long.

In particular, there are strong enemies behind him who keep chasing!

If you do it with someone, it will be difficult to keep Yu Ye in your arms.

"What should I do?"

The question haunted Nie's horrified heart and made him anxious.

The blood-red lightning and the black mist that kept rolling in front of my eyes seemed to devour the soul of the abyss, making people more desperate.

Suddenly, Nie was shocked to break through the black mist, and a golden light suddenly appeared in front of her.

The golden light is not bright, but dim and obscure.

Leng Sensen's coldness surprised Nie Jingshen.

He looked closely, there was a golden light in front of him, clearly a reflection of a bone.

The bones are huge and piled together. Each bone looks like a huge piece of metal or a metal pillar, reflecting the dark gold luster at the moment.

The sharp edge of the earth, the ghastly breath of Gengjin emerged from it, suffocating, just like being in the bloody sea of ​​corpses, the battlefield of countless gods and buddies.

The bones are like mountains, and they form a ring like a valley.

In the middle of the valley, in the middle of the bones, a blood pond emerged.

Bubbles floated up from the blood, then burst again, like boiling magma.

Chongxiao's magical energy is thinned out from it, which is terrifying.

"... The demon of Gengjin!"

Nie was shocked, blessed the soul, and blurted out.

After a short period of consternation, he was furious, his eyes looked around the demon domain, and he roared: "You are fooling!"

"No, my generation just likes to see it done." A voice suddenly sounded.

Nie Jingshen looked over the blood pool and saw Dao Dao's dark golden brilliance, forming a virtual image of a person.

That face, Nie Jingshen is no stranger.

The incarnation of the demon of the previous generation of Gengjin, the sword demon Yin Shiyang.

In the past, it was under the sword of Yan Xingtang, the master of Nie Jingshen.

Today, it is still a deceased, but with the help of the special environment of Nine Nethers and the special magical instruments here, a ghost image appears.

"I'm just waiting for you here," Gengjin said calmly.

Nie Jingjing looked coldly at each other, and beside the demon of Gengjin, the colorful clouds and smoke gathered together and formed a projection, but it was an old man with a clear face.

"Original Heart Demon ..." Nie Jingshen's pupils contracted gently.

The old man smiled and said, "You feel it yourself. Your current encounter is because of your own betrayal."

Nie Jingjing opened his mouth and closed his mouth again.

"Yes, this is not the old man who confuses you with words, but the thought of your own heart." The original heart demon smiled calmly: "The old man is now busy with other big Luo wrestling forces, distracted from this, if you are so seriously injured, old man Also pry into the mind of the body that cannot be congenital. "

"Although you don't know who this person is, only you yourself know how to crack the mark you left."

The primitive heart devil said: "This is not the old man's handwriting. It should be said that it is precisely because of your mind's constant thoughts that the old man was created."

Nie Jingshen glanced at the two demons, and finally the sight fell on the demon of Gengjin, and she realized in her heart: "Your goal is me?"

"Good." The demon of Gengjin said: "This era is suitable for my body, but it is the grandson of Yan Xingtang who sent me to extinction. This entanglement is really wonderful."

Nie Jing Shen stared at him, suddenly a sword!

As soon as a sword passed, the ghost of Gengjin's demon was suddenly cut off by Jianguang.

The original heart demons were not surprised: "If you don't have the woman in your arms, you would rather die in battle, and you would never devote yourself to Jiuyou."

"Your will is firm, the old man admires it, and your strong hatred at the moment makes the old man admire even more."

"Your hate for my generation is as strong as those for those who chase you down, but now you cannot make us pay the price."

"Come on, let's get stronger first, let's survive now, let the old man see if he will die under the sword of Jiuyou Tongdao?"

"As for the little friend in your arms, don't worry. Although she is in a state of misfortune, it may be detrimental to the last demon ancestor, but a seriously injured woman is far better than the dead one for my generation. "

The fall of Yu Ye means that other people who hold the mediocre Yuanjing can start to practice this quaint mastery.

The figure of the old man gradually disappeared: "The person behind you is almost here."

Above the Bone Mountain Blood Pond, there is still magical energy.

Nie Jingshen embraced Yu Ye and looked down. Yi Ren was unconscious now.

After returning to the light, Nie Jingshen's sword qi was supported, but because of the serious injury, the sword qi gradually weakened, and Yu Ye was gradually disappearing.

The woman's face was covered with cracks like a spider's web, and it was hard to have beauty.

But Nie Jingshen's consistent cold eyes, this moment of unprecedented tenderness.

He gently kissed the Iraqi forehead.

Step forward.

The monstrous sky rises, and the Sengugu Mountain is shrouded in dark golden light.

There is a piano sound again in the distance, as if to kill the soul.

A man, hugging a woman, disappeared slowly in the sea of ​​blood.

At the next moment, countless blood in the blood pool rises to the sky like a blood sword!

The blood drops from the sky and turns into blood rain, just like the devil crying.