Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Ling Feng has good reason not to believe that if such a sinful person can also become a knife, it is a disgrace to the knife.

A true swordsman should be a senior like Shadowless Knife King, with great strength and humility.

If it wasn't for that person, the master wouldn't be dead, and the sister wouldn't be so sad.

The joy of becoming an emperor can also be shared with the most revered elders, but everything is destined to be thought of only because of the Blue Dragon King.

For Qinglong Wang Xiaochen, Ling Feng, though not like his brother and sister, will show strong hatred on his face.

But at the bottom of his heart, he remembers this man all the time, only to hide his hatred and deep in his heart.

“By the way, Brother Bai, you just got word that demons will go to the battlefield recently, and the Water Moon Alliance will go, too.” Ling Feng shook his head, stopped thinking about the Green Dragon King, and turned the topic away.

White nodded like snow: "That is nature. It is said that His Majesty will come among these demons, but it is not clear which pulse of the Eighteen Demons is coming. ”

The Abyss Demon Realm consists of eighteen Demon Emperors. Each pulse of Demon Emperor has its own lineage. These lineages are collectively referred to as the children of the Demon Realm Imperial Family.

The royal descendants of each vein form their own forces, such as the royal descendants of the Blood Demon Emperor Lineage, which is made up of the Blood Demon Temple.

His Highness, however, is the most talented and the highest ranking of the royal disciples of this pulse. He is also the future demon emperor, equivalent to the prince of the world.

“What, are you coming with us?” White as snow asks.

Ling Feng nodded: “Can I? ”

"Of course, if you just go, I can't guarantee your safety," said White. "Think clearly. ”

Ling Feng resolutely said: “I thought very clearly, Brother Bai, although you said that my talent is no lower than that of Wen Zi after the Knife King, today's battle has made me understand. The inheritance of cultivation is not high, and it is unjust that talent is stronger. ”

“Well, that counts for you, with your talent, and only in the Births and Deaths War, can it be fully developed. Let's go, come with me to the Water Moon Alliance. ”

The group agreed to leave the city quickly.

Half an hour later, after these people had gone completely away, two black dragons in the sky of Starfire pulled a black chariot through a layer of blood cloud and landed on the ground.

Upon landing, the dragons of the two fierce gods and fiends immediately turned into black stallions, gently lowering their heads.

“White as snow, Siemens leopard, windy, long time no see, turns out to be emperor...”

Inserted in the black chariot of the seven Divine Soldiers, the mysterious Shadowless Knife King, watched a line of people go away, condescending to himself, seemed to recall something.

“Brother Baiyi, are you going to stay in Starfire for a while? ”

In the chariot, beside the mysterious figure, a mirror appeared. Sitting on the mirror was a girl with a big thumb, holding her hand against her head and asking.

“No, it's sinful, it's getting harder and harder. The stronger I am, the stronger they become, the more they kill, the more they destroy. ”

The so-called Shadowless Knife King is naturally Xiao Chen. This time of year, he comes to Starfire.

Take a look, on the countless tombstones, the word Xiao Chen in blood.

In his entire life, he never regretted doing anything but the Great Wind and Fire Five Years Ago, making him regret his whole life.

Too much guilt, became his knot, tormented. Like now, the black chariot is like a cage, trapping himself. The knot of the heart is an invisible cage that traps his heart.

The sin of heaven, he always wanted to exterminate it all.

Every time he comes, he doubles his strength, but the sins become stronger. It seems that there will never be a day when these sins will disappear unless he dies.

Those sins in the sky, while they affect him now, in secret, Xiao Chen always felt that keeping them would cause great harm.

“Where are we going now? ”

“Light Cloud City, where there is a knifeman, rumor has it that he has a one-way understanding of double knife flow. ”

The horse penetrates, the wheels roll, and the black chariot is like a ghost. In the middle of the night, turn around and drive in the direction of Light Cloud City.

In the chariot, Xiao Chen was not idle, running purple thunder resolutely, constantly cultivating.

Although the Emperor Road was broken, the purple Emperor's Gate entered his Emperor's heart. His path of martial arts, not desperate by the rupture of the imperial road, took another path.

At the moment of his entry into the Emperor's body, it appeared that some of the same shackles were broken in his body and that some of the rules that had long been confined to the martial arts no longer existed.

For example, by absorbing the power of the chaos, he is clearly not emperor, but he can accommodate more than a hundred chaos forces in his body.

Five years later, the power of the Emperor's heart has reached a thousand ways to rival the five heavenly Wu Emperors.

Compared to the regular Wu Emperor, he has no Emperor's soul and no Wu Emperor's body.

He doesn't know for himself what it is now, he's on a path nobody's ever taken, nobody knows where the end will be.

Fortunately, however, his knife heart has not changed, and it is enough to go forward along this heart.

In the Emperor's heart, the mysterious Purple Emperor Gate, since the moment he jumped from the Empire Road, his instincts cracked a gap.

In the years to come, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how hard he reaches the present mending, he will never be able to push this imperial gate away.

Not that his repairs were insufficient, but that there was an invisible resistance that prevented him from pushing the emperor's door open.

Sometimes he wonders if the Emperor Road in Kunlun is a conspiracy of Heavenly Dao. Pushing Teimon open for a moment, he actually closed the other door, the one that left Kunlun.

ding ding dang!

At this moment, the black chariot suddenly stopped. Seven Divine Soldiers, trembling in unison, made a crisp and cold wind chime sound.

Xiao Chen did not open his eyes. Hundred miles away, a vague shadow was walking towards him step by step.

Boom!

Someone with a strong knife intent, like a twist, freed the knife intentionally from the body.

Seven Divine Soldiers, trembling more and more powerful, seemed to feel the strength of the people.

Xiao Chen was rather calm and unbelievable. For five years, he had challenged knives from all directions. Many ancient knife emperors, defeated under his knife, his knife heart has long changed.

These five years, for Xiao Chen, are as long as decades have passed. The heart of the knife is in the midst of transformation and sublimation, but also settles and grinds during the years, adding a lot of candied flavors.

Much has been seen, naturally the mountain can collapse in the front unchanged color.

Whoops, the body of the black knife in front suddenly disappeared and drowned in the night without a trace.

Xiao Chen was one of the foremost, the blade in front of the chariot did not knock, emitted a heavy muffled noise and quickly bounced out.

Bell!

In the night, a roaring sound is sounded, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky and deafening. A human figure was forced out in the air, landed and stepped back a hundred steps.

Sheathed Divine Weapon, plugged it back in again.

Heaven and earth return to peace as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and concentrated his gaze on the person, able to take his knife, already qualified him to remember this person.

Wen Ziran!

Somebody, it's actually Wen Ziran after the Knife Wang Xiaotian.

“The Shadow Knife King deserves to be the Shadow Knife King. It seems that I did not find the wrong person.” Wen Zi closed the knife to her sheath and laughed softly.

“How did you find me? ”

In the chariot, a voice came out, Xiao Chen changed the voice line and asked.

“As long as it's a knife, there's no one I can't find.” Wen Zi confidently said, "In two months there will be a knife ceremony, and I hope that Your Excellency will come, the first of the Golden Age. ”

A golden invitation flew out of Wen Ziran's hand, then flew faster and faster, with a raging wind.