In the huge ancient forest, the rumbling sound shook the sky and the earth, and the sky and the earth were already blood-red.
It was really a battle between soldiers and generals, the fight was in full swing, and the sky and the ground were filled with figures.
The lineup was strong enough, but people kept joining in. They were all major races in the Southern Region. They didn't know why, but they came over and joined the battle. It was hard to tell which family was from which.
The princes and princesses who came to participate in the grand event hid far away on the periphery, watching the melee with sighs and clicks of tongue. This grand gathering of all races was really lively.
Many people were scratching their heads at the melee caused by a bloody man being thrown onto the stage.
Investigating the root cause, this is indeed the case. Ever since the bloody man was thrown up, the situation has gotten out of control. The Ancient Holy Body went crazy, and their respective princes joined the battle one after another. They went up one after another and were killed one after another. Then it became a big melee.
What was a great gathering of all races suddenly turned into a melee among all races. There have been grievances between races since ancient times, so we simply took advantage of this melee to get started. It would be better to catch it early than to catch it in time.
The ancient forest shook, blood mist lingered, fighting figures were everywhere, and killing generals from the ancient races kept coming in. They were all led by the Holy Lord and the Emperor of the clan, with overwhelming murderous intent.
Such a big movement shook all directions. Many monks gathered in small groups towards the wild forest. When they saw the bloody sky and earth, their expressions suddenly changed, "What is going on?"
"If I remember correctly, today is a grand gathering of all races." Too many old guys were surprised, "Why are you starting to do this, and have such a big battle, continuing the grudges from thousands of years ago?"
"Even more than a thousand years ago." Someone lamented, "The number of races participating in the war is at least three thousand."
"Someone is coming out." Someone said something and drew his gaze in one direction.
There, there was a golden fairy light streaking across the sky and out of the ancient forest. He raised his eyes and stared carefully, and saw that it was a person who seemed to be being chased. He was seriously injured, and his whole body was dripping with blood and bones.
If you take a closer look, that person is none other than Prince Jinwu, isn't he? He had lost his human form, his whole body was covered in blood, and there were countless scars all over his body. The bloody hole on his chest was the most eerie.
"Am I dazzled? It's actually the Golden Crow Crown Prince." Everyone who saw him was stunned.
"Desolate Ancient Holy Body?" Someone screamed in surprise. They saw Ye Chen who was chasing the Golden Crow. He didn't need to look at Ye Chen's appearance, but only by his breath, he could recognize the bloodline.
"The Holy Body is still alive?" Many people scratched their heads and looked unbelievable. This was somewhat inconsistent with the rumors. It was said that the ancient Holy Body was buried in ancient ruins. This time, the rumors were all false. The Holy Body was still alive. He is alive and kicking and chasing the Golden Crow Prince.
"The Holy Body is still alive, I'm not surprised at all." An older monk ruefully stroked his beard, "That guy won the battle very well. He couldn't kill him again and again. He's used to it."
"Today is a grand gathering of all races. Isn't he going to make a big fuss at the gathering?" Someone mused, "And how did he get involved with the Golden Crow? It seems like he will fight to the death."
"It's so lively!" The sighs did not subside, but gradually became a wave. "Do you want to provoke Xuanhuang Grand Sect one by one by making trouble like this?"
This is true. Some people are already counting with their fingers many of Ye Chen's deeds since he came to Xuanhuang: Xuanhuang Xinghai, Yaochi Grand Meeting, Donghuang Ancient City, and ancient ruins.
Now is another grand gathering of all races, and everyone present suspects that the melee among all races is related to this kid.
Wherever he is, there will always be something going on, and it will always be a big deal. There will always be a group of people who get together and get maimed. This person gradually gained popularity and became famous in Xuanhuang.
Many of the great sects and clans in Xuanhuang were indeed provoked by him. At this moment, most of them had issued a death order and wanted to join forces from all over Xuanhuang to hunt him down. It would not be over until he died.
"Fellow Taoists, please save me quickly." The discussion was like a tidal wave, but it was suppressed by the scream of Prince Jinwu. The man was being hunted miserably and was seeking help from all directions.
Hearing his words, most people curled their lips. The tone of the Golden Crow Crown Prince was not a plea, but a hint of command, which made everyone feel unhappy.
This is only one of the reasons. The other indispensable factor is the Golden Crow clan.
The Golden Crow clan is a big clan in the Southern Territory, with a profound background. They usually do things too wildly and bully everyone around them. It's good that no one here is adding insult to injury. Do you still want us to save you
However, there are still some monks who think they are powerful and insist on showing off to show off.
That was an old man in purple robes, a powerful old saint. He had touched the neck of the quasi-sage king, soared up, and inserted himself between Ye Chen and Jin Wu. I am a thin man, but if I spare the life of the Golden Crow, I will consider it as a meritorious deed."
"Your face is worthless." Ye Chen said lightly, and the pace of the pursuit did not slow down at all.
"I'll tell you fine, but you won't listen. You have to force me to take action." Being scolded by Ye Chen in front of his face, the purple-robed old man became furious. He squeezed the big seal of Xu Tian with his hand and slapped Ye Chen with a palm from the air.
Ye Chen was silent and suddenly swung his sword to break the Xu Tian Seal, causing the purple-robed old man to fly.
The guy's expression changed. He couldn't believe it. He seriously underestimated Ye Chen's fighting power. He, an old saint, was completely defeated in one move. Fortunately, he still had some skills, otherwise he would have been chopped alive.
Ye Chen swung his sword again, more domineering than the previous one, with devastating power and a decisive blow.
In an instant, the purple-robed old man was split in half by a sword. Only his soul escaped from his body. He screamed as he ran away, "I don't care, I don't care about this. Let me live."
His words triggered a war spear, which nailed him to the sky.
Seeing this scene, those old guys who still wanted to come out to intercede, all took back their steps.
Ye Chen is too natural, decisive in killing, and extremely ruthless. If he goes out rashly, he will most likely be beheaded.
Looking at the old saint in purple robes who was nailed to the sky, he is truly miserable.
At the last moment when his soul was extinguished, he understood what regret meant. He wanted to watch the show, but he wanted to show off, and wanted to provoke the holy body, so that he would end up dead.
Ahead, there was another roar, Ye Chen, who beheaded the purple-robed old man, caught up with the Golden Crow Crown Prince again.
People from all directions moved and chased after it. It was such a great show that I couldn't miss it. Those who are idle like to join in the fun the most. The whole place was covered in darkness.
When the theatergoers arrived, a mountain had collapsed, rubble was flying, the body of the Golden Crow Prince exploded, half of his head was shattered, and his brains spilled out. His appearance was terrifying.
But the guy didn't turn around to fight, he got up and ran away. The high-ranking prince of the Golden Crow clan still had any dignity at all. His so-called majesty has long since disappeared.
Ye Chen kept chasing after him. Once he caught up, he would just use a big move without saying a word.
The Golden Crow Crown Prince was in extremely miserable condition, but he was not an ordinary resister. Even Ye Chen had lost his temper. The ancient Golden Crow clan was indeed not something that could be suppressed. It was very difficult to completely destroy them.
They chased and killed each other, making huge noises, accompanied by roars all the way, encountering landslides, and flooding. Even the ancient cities they passed by were not intact, causing curses to be heard one after another.
Along with the bloody calamity along the way, the Golden Crow Prince escaped all the way, begged for help and was trapped all the way.
Whenever someone asks for help, there are always one or two blind people who come out, all trying to show off, one becomes more arrogant than the other, and when they are done, they form a group and are destroyed by Ye Chen.
Ye Chen fought all the way and told the world with practical actions that if you don't have the strength, don't come out and show off. If you don't have the diamond, don't blindly accept the porcelain job.
As a result, the aloof Golden Crow Prince seemed to have become an evil star. Anyone who saw him hid far away. No one dared to seek excitement from his request for help.
The Golden Crow Crown Prince spurted blood. It was unknown whether he was angry or injured. He was the Crown Prince of the Golden Crow Tribe, and he was the most noble. He had never been hunted down like this, and never had he been so despised.
When he was angry, he slapped himself again in his heart. He shouldn't have followed him in the wild forest before, he should have run away on the spot, and he wouldn't be hunted down by Ye Chen all over the world.
Ahead, there was another mountain. He burned up his energy, increased his speed, and stepped into it.
Ye Chen arrived shortly afterwards, carrying the bloody Chi Xiao. He had already lost count of the people who died under the killing sword along the way. Those people didn't deserve to die, but they chose to hit the gate of hell.