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Volume 1: Bai Yujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 1540: The Bloody Road to the Wasteland, Lord Marquis Proven the Way

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    The vast Yinchuan River, the vast desolate country.  There are black clouds all over the sky, white bones on the ground, and at the end of the dark and bloody journey, there is a huge statue of ghosts and gods that is looming like mist and clouds.  It is not solid, with a figure of 100,000 feet tall standing at the end of the vast Yinchuan Wasteland, motionless, but there is billowing gray Yin Qi in its ears, mouth, eyes and nose, as if the entire Yinchuan Wasteland has been swallowed by it.  Breathing out, it continuously builds into a huge underground world.  This is a huge world. Although it is withered and decadent, tens of thousands of fellow cultivators still gather together.  Among the Yinhuang monks sitting cross-legged on the bloody road in the desert country, the youngest ones are thousands of years old, and there are many who live more than 10,000 years.  In order to pursue their own path, they isolated themselves from the world, kept their names anonymous, and hid underground.  As the path of Yinhuang gradually declined, their source of power also became fragile, unstable, and crumbling. The statue of Huangdi in the distance, which represents the Yinhuang lineage, is the best proof.  No one knows when the statue of the God of Desolation will disappear. It may be ten years later, or it may be ten days later.  More and more Yinhuang monks are gathering from all directions, waiting in front of the Blood Path of the Desolate Kingdom and the statue of the Desolate Emperor, waiting for the moment when the statue collapses.  "That's that guy, he's here." "Haha, it turns out it's him. It's exactly the same as the legend. "The trial of the Emperor of Desolation was abolished many years ago. If you want to come here, you have to be born with a body of darkness.  .  It is rare that the only newcomer in thousands of years is still a casual cultivator.  " "The three major princes of the Desolate Country and the ten marshals of the Blood Path all wanted to get him. I didn't expect that he could break through the levels in a row and reach the Blood Path of the Desolate Country.  pity.  He can only go so far. No one has been able to pass the final level of Huangdi's trial for a long time The underworld is long gone, how can he understand the Huangdi's way and become the master of the underworld?  " Amid the discussion, a handsome man in a black cloak came from afar, with a long gray sword hanging on his back. He carried a seal on his waist, blood stains dripping from his eyebrows, and there was an unconcealable murderous aura all over his body. He walked on foot.  Come, the Yinhuang monks who had been talking about it all kept their mouths shut. Although they were old, they were secretly frightened when they noticed the unfathomable murderous aura in the young man.  No one in the Blood Path of Huang Country is a good person, and they have experienced many killings along the way, but no one in the Blood Path of Huang Country is more murderous than the young man. Just from the dense blood scars on his exposed wrist, you can tell that he has been there before.  After many close battles with death, ¡°Boy!  stop!  Don't stand in the way of my enlightenment!  " An old monk with gray hair and an unpredictable aura stood up, pointed at the young monk and cursed. " With so many people jointly understanding the way of Emperor Huang and sharing their luck, how can it be fair? Naturally, the more  The former, the greater the luck, the higher the chance of success. Who would be willing to give up his ranking position? Seeing the young monk continue to move forward, the old monk's face changed greatly, and several senior people stood up beside him.  The tall Yinhuang monks. Wow! A stream of Yinhuang aura suddenly rose from their bodies, rising to the sky, turning into a thousand-foot-high Yinhuang monster, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, and stirring up blood tides.  Releasing the powerful Tao power unique to Yinhuang, gods and demons roared, and the power of these Yinhuang monks was close to that of the sub-emperors, causing huge waves on the blood path of the desolate country. Thousands of desolate ghosts crawled out of the blood path, and were filled with murderous intent.  At the summons, thousands of troops gathered and attacked Ning Tianxing. Ning Tianxing stopped, turned sideways, and looked at the five older monks from Yinhuang with cold eyes.  It was dark and cold. He didn't move. A figure slipped out of his body. The face was exactly the same, the figure was indistinguishable, and the movements and expressions were exactly the same, except that the second Ning Tianxing was completely transparent.  The Sichuan wind and mist were even grayer, like ghosts and gods drawing their swords! The Yinhuang Divine Sword was not unsheathed, and together with the scabbard, it turned into an indescribable strange arc, smashing the ghosts and thousands of troops in the sky, and it was difficult to contain them.  The overwhelming force, in the blink of an eye, hit the five Yinhuang strong men between their eyebrows. The arrogant violence when strangling the ghosts and gods, and the lightness of nothing when they hit the Yinhuang strong ones, formed a sharp contrast, like day and night.  The intersection between ghosts and gods is mysterious and indescribable. Ning Tianxing put away his sword and continued to move forward.  All the gains gained from enlightenment were transformed into ghost energy at the time of death, and were sucked into Ning Tianxing¡¯s scabbard. ¡°You are stronger again.  " "Really"What happened?  He wasn't this strong before!  " "Killed the five elders of Kun Palace with one move. He is more than a hundred times stronger than the rumors.  " Ning Tianxing continued to walk forward. The purple tide in his eyes gradually faded and returned to gray. After killing the five elders of Kun Palace, no enlightened person beside the blood path in the wilderness dared to provoke anyone. However, at this moment, no less than ten  People and horses came from all directions in the wilderness, and the aura of the powerful leader of each group of people was far above the five elders of Kun Palace. "Ah!  The three princes and ten marshals are here!  "Are they all running towards Ning Tian?"  ". "It goes without saying!  This boy is so talented that he has turned the country upside down. How can the three major princes let him go?  " Ning Tianxing stopped again and looked back at the men, horses and strong men who were getting closer and closer. His eyes were cold and there was a hint of solemnity between his brows. The day before, he was trapped under Qicang Mountain by the princes of Qiong Palace, until the sky  The Southern Bloodline suddenly awakened, and the ancient will of the Yinhuang God Emperor caused his cultivation to skyrocket. He broke out of the siege, took advantage of the situation, and rushed to the Blood Path of the Desolate Country to challenge the last level. He was not far away from the statue of the Desolate Emperor, but the coalition forces of the princes were about to kill him. How could it be difficult?  Should he continue to hide and wait? Ning Tianxing frowned. He could feel the call from fate. Something must have happened in the direction of his home in the wilderness, waiting for him to go back. Otherwise, why would the ancient blood be there?  Will it burn and boil, hitting the chest over and over again? Boom! Just when the coalition of princes was approaching the Blood Path of the Wasteland, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, and a large group of people appeared in the sky.  Their heads were covered with darkness, led by a monk carrying a harp and an old man holding a sword. The expressions of the marshals all changed, "Who is that person?"  How dare you trespass into the deserted country!  Well, to be able to break the Emperor's seal, you must also be a member of the Wasteland But how dare you bring outsiders here!  Aren't you afraid of Emperor Huang's blood curse?  "A prince from the desert country shouted. "Huh?  It's you Gui Xin!  Weren't you" Another prince recognized the old man holding the sword, and his expression changed drastically. "Betrayed by you, disqualified from inheritance, imprisoned in a bloody prison, and sold to Tianchen?  Hahaha, ghost teeth!  You never dreamed that I would come back!  Today, I am no longer called Gui Xin. In Tianchen Continent, people call me Ghost Sword Immortal. I am the Eight Desolate Sword Banner Leader of the Eight Desolate Battle Groups!  "The Ghost Sword Immortal laughed. "Just a battle group?  Haha" Prince Guiya sneered. The next moment he suddenly remembered something and his body trembled: "Bahuang Battle Group, is it" "Yes, I am Emperor Tianluo, a member of Luo Chuan, the leader of the cannon fodder camp.  With me, Boss Luo, covering me, I'm just afraid of a ghost under the blood curse of Emperor Huang.  If you have the ability, let Emperor Huang be reborn and have a fight with my boss Luo!  "Ghost Sword Immortal said proudly. As one of the earliest members of the Bahuang Chapter, he is already considered the number one figure in the huge power kingdom of Luochuan, and he has a reputation when he goes out. "Okay, let's get down to business.  "Yuan Xiao, the leader of the Bahuang Chapter on the side, waved his hand, turned to Ning Tianxing, his eyes flickered, and he cupped his hand: "According to Luo Chuan's order, I came to help you After you complete the Huang Emperor's trial, you hope to open up a path.  The desolate passage connecting Tiannan Territory allows the army to pass through.  " "Luo Chuan?  Ning Tianxing was startled, and a warm current surged out of his cold eyes: "So that's it, this cause and effect belongs to him."  He came back, restarted Tiannan, and brought back Tiannan's luck.  " Closing his eyes, Ning Tianxing quietly comprehended. But soon, he opened his eyes again. Yuan joked and turned around, about to order the Bahuang battle group to attack, when he caught the scene in his peripheral vision, and he shook his head slightly  Shocked. Ning Tianxing drew his sword, held the handle with both hands, and slashed at the statue of Huangdi at the far end of the blood path. (To be continued) Chapter 1540: Blood Road to the Wasteland, Lord Marquis.  Testimony:
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