Monarch of Evernight

A middle-aged man in Chinese clothes walks from a floating boat, his eyes are elongated and his surroundings reveal a hidden chill. He dropped off the floating boat and walked straight to the main city hall without saying a word.

Several guards stood at the doorstep of the City Lord's Palace, and one of the young guards instinctively greeted him and asked, “Who are you? ”

His voice fell and a figure suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man, passing from the young guard. The young guard's expression instantly stiffened, then his head took off high and his blood shot into the sky like a fountain.

The figure appeared to be unfinished and circled around the rest of the guards. So several heads took off, and the guards instantly turned into headless bodies.

The middle-aged people turned a blind eye to it and walked straight into the main city hall without a pause.

When the city owner got the news, he rushed over, and the meeting fell to the ground. He even said: "I didn't know Lord Nangong was here, the next person stupidly ran into the noble guest, the little man is damned! ”

This middle-aged man is Nangong Yuanbo, the current owner of the Nangong family. Although his heart is annoyed, he sees the city owner so humble and kneeling, it is not good to have another seizure, just ask: “Where are people? ”

The city lord wiped his sweat in the dark and said, “My lord, come with me! ”

A moment later, in the owner's own bedroom, the best room in this small town, Nangong Yuanbo finally saw the Nangong Tsunami wind. At this moment, the wind of the South Palace shriveled, lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a blank expression and not even responding to anyone coming in.

Nangong Yuanbo's gaze fell on Nangong Tsunami wind, leaving only a small half-cut broken leg, and suddenly froze, turning back and asking: “Is there any help? ”

The old man behind him walked up to the bed and examined it carefully, saying: "It is possible to connect the regeneration by secret means, and the strength is damaged, but there is hope for a return to the previous forces in the future. It's just that if you want to make another breakthrough in your life, it's impossible. ”

Nangong finally got a look on his cheeky face and smiled softly. “I guess I can still use it. ”

Nangong Yuan Boqiang suppressed anger and asked heavily: “Who did this? ”

“First he was wounded in the war with Zhao Yuxue, then attacked by a kid called Qianni, my hands and feet were ruined by him.” Speaking, the wind in the South Palace revealed a glimmer of self-ridicule that no one else could perceive.

At first, he didn't care about the Dark Fire Mercenary Corps, and naturally, he didn't remember the information, and didn't recognize the thousand nights in the chaos. It wasn't until after he got away with the serious injury that he remembered the beautiful but insane teenager as if he'd seen it somewhere before that he found himself injured in the hands of someone he thought was an ant.

“Thousand nights?” Nangong Yuanbo couldn't remember who he was, and followed by a whisper, which was suddenly the head of the mercenary group in Black River City. He came and went in front of the bed, and the cold grew worse.

A moment later, Nangong Yuanbo suddenly stopped, "Tsunami Feng, do you know how much trouble you've caused my Nangong family this time? But one day, the Duke of the Phantom sent out three consecutive mantras, asking me to give him an explanation! ”

Nangong whistled and laughed, "Is it just the Duke of the Phantom? Can you handle that? Besides, didn't Zhang Valve already invite you to tell us about it? ”

Nangong Yuanbo snorted coldly, “Zhao Valve's eyes have always been higher than the top, saying that he is an ally, he is truly an accessory! Look at their pie, and you won't have much respect for me. As for the valve, how much better can it be than the Zhao valve? All four valves are the same. What difference does it make? ”

Nangong Tsunami wind, he understood Nangong Yuanbo's words, so he was particularly surprised, “Are you, are you going to go to the... Imperial Party?! ”

“Why not? ”

Even with the whistling wind of Nangong, Nangong Yuanbo's words shocked me. He looked around the house, all present was Nangong Yuanbo, listened to the owner. Although the expression of several people changed a little, there was not much surprise. It seems that Nangong Yuanbo's mind is not a day or two.

Nangong whistled a smile and slowed down: “Most of the new emperors come from the slightest cold. Uncle, have you endured their cruelty? Besides, when His Majesty sweeps the valves... what use can we have? By then, the Imperial Party should have remembered that we were actually home, right? ”

Nangong Yuanbo was unhappy: “Nonsense! So-called honorary and imperial parties, aren't they all in the same hall? If His Majesty wants to make a difference, he naturally needs Leviticus, to cut off a few people who do not obey orders, how can he, of course, destroy all the world! We serve His Majesty in the right direction. Why should we look at the face of the four valves? ”

After a meal, Nangong Yuanbo sneered: “The empire's heavens should have changed a long time ago. ”

“As for Thousand Nights, let him disappear in the Blood Wars!” Nangong Yuanbo waved freely, a small matter that he would personally arrange, without the need for his landlord to do more work.

Thousands of nights did not know that they were angry, which somewhat prompted the Nangong family to make up their mind in advance, and then threw a small stone in the tide of the Empire's time, stirring up a small wave.

The four words of the Imperial Times are too big to be far from the thousand nights. All he knows is that whether it's the Iron Curtain Blood War or the Valve Family that's next, power is his only battle. Therefore, the serenity of the thousand nights before the storm intensified cultivation, striving for a breakthrough.

Perhaps it was a blatant impact on the Nangong Shijia base, still in a state of fearlessness to slaughter. This refiner's slaughter rushed forward at a thousand nights. It actually broke through to 49 rounds. Zhang Boqian was only a step away from that year.

And at this point, it was only a thousand nights before we realized how powerful and horrific Zhang Boqian's fifty rounds of soldiering were. Forty-five rounds later, every stack of power compared to the sum of the previous nine rounds, the force of the tide swept through every corner of the body, all the nuclear nodes resonated, the blood like a wave of rage, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only a raging tide.

As the tidal traction of the army's knack becomes stronger and stronger, it is unclear when a dawn force will be drawn from the void. This ray of Dawn Force is pure and already quite close to its origin, one step closer than the one condensed in the ancient Sung Dynasty volumes of the Thousand Nights. This strand of force enters the body, and the nine nodes vibrate simultaneously, and there is the sound of thunder.

However, even with the thousands of nights of blood, the strength and protection of dark golden and purple blood gas reached its limit in the 49th round, showing signs of collapse. And when the army swept to the top of the 49th round of the moment, the thousand nights suddenly had a subtle feeling that something was about to come out of the tides filled with heaven and earth.

Thousands of nights took twice the usual time to completely calm the tide of soldier slaughter, and he recalled this training process and was sure his final sensation was not a delusion. It would appear that if the fiftieth round were actually reached, the slaughter might change dramatically, although the power of tidal reversal was by no means within his grasp.

He cannot help but lament Zhang Boqian's talent. Even now, his body strength is far above that of a common blood Viscount, he is no better than Zhang Boqian back then. When this crown of wind is in its infancy, there is a marshal who asks about the strength of King Ding Tian in his adulthood. He is truly famous and difficult to reach.

But even today, when Zhang Boqian was officially promoted to King Tian, he never intended to abolish the name of the so-called Imperial Double Piece. It is said that when the good deeds were in the Great Hall, a serious request was made to His Majesty that Lin Xitang was no longer in line with the Heavenly King. Therefore, the name of Empire Double Piece should be banned from propaganda, which was not expected to be severely reprimanded by Zhang Boqian. This fart slapped onto the foot of the horse, both of them sinned in the end, and passed into a laugh in the empire.

After a short night's rest, I looked at my body. The power of dawn alone gained in the middle of the day is worth half a month of painful repair, but it is only until the end of the training, and there can be no second appearance, it seems that at least for now it is still encounterable and undesirable.

Forty-nine rounds of martial arts, absorbing the forces of heaven and earth by the force of tide, can be described as whale-swallowed sea suction, the speed of cultivation far exceeds the so-called family secret, perhaps only four valves and some core imperial methods can be compared to the speed of cultivation. Therefore, not long after a thousand nights of practice, the dawn force of the surrounding environment is unusable, not only swept away, but also led many dark forces into the body.

If another person is replaced, it takes time to stop or expel, but there is no such problem at night. After dark forces enter the body, they automatically converge into the heart under the pressure of the decisive wave of soldiers, where the blood gas is consumed.

Rationally, the node resonates with each other, and it is already an elephant that will step into the war. However, a thousand nights later found himself in a special situation, even with the extraordinary cultivation speed, but after being concentrated by Song's ancient volumes, the number goes to 78, the rest is not much, so the distance from the Force is full of gas into a vortex, although it seems not far away, it also takes more time than ordinary people.

Of course, the benefits of the pure force are even greater, and he doesn't need to suppress the level at all in the war to break through directly when the force is overflowing. At this time, you have to miss the refinery of the Song Valve. It was the practice that made you feel smooth.

However, Song Zining's share of just a few days a year can be thought of as precious. But that practice was worth half a year. The advantages accumulated by the children of the extended family in these dripping places become insurmountable obstacles over time.

After a few days of closed doors, he discovered that he would still face another problem if he wanted to advance to the ranks. The two articles of Song's ancient volumes Xuanyu called for darkness and the power of dawn to live together, and he could not deviate too much. That is, the Dark Force needs to be promoted to the Viscount when the Dawn Force is promoted to the General War.

Dark races and human cultivation paths vary greatly, and on the side of everlasting night, regardless of race, Viscount Jin's emblem is mostly at the core of the force. Whether the blood nucleus of the blood clan, the dark core of the demon, or the spider crystal of the spider demon, are similar things. As for promotion, it is mostly a matter of rationalization. When the time comes, it will naturally evolve.

When you think about it, all of a sudden you're in a panic, and you're not accumulating a blood nucleus in your body? But when you think about it, it's very likely that the three colors of blood have already made his heart the home camp. Purple blood is constantly changing the physique of a thousand nights, while dark gold is strengthening the heart. The so-called fortification, in fact, is also a change, and in the process of condensing a blood nucleus, it does not seem impossible.

Only then, the thousand nights do not know whether they are human or blood. He smiled bitterly and let go of this somewhat frightening thought for a while.

Blood is not so easy to promote, although drawing semen is a shortcut, but it is equally scary to consume, and the Book of Darkness and the original wings need to be fed, and their seizure is completely uncontrolled. So the rise of the dark force is equally difficult, not smaller than the dawn force.

Walking out of the quiet room for thousands of nights, looking up at the unchanged dark sky, he has determined the way forward. Whether it's feeding blood or cultivating the killer atmosphere of soldier slaughter, the best option is to feed the war.

The heavenly dome above the iron curtain is extraordinarily calm, and even the twin Alpha stars, which approach the mainland every month, cannot be seen, which is almost cloudy black all the time, reminding people that blood wars can erupt at any moment.