As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ye Chen pulling out his black robe and covering his whole body, and the ghost mask was also pulled out, covering his face. .org Yawen Bar
Speechless all the way, stepping out of heaven and into a new world.
"Oh my god! Someone came out of the restricted area." As soon as Ye Chen's front feet landed, he heard an exclamation.
It was outside Tianxu, and there were many people in groups, most of them monks who came to see Tianxu's true appearance.
Just like Wangchuan in the past, foreign monks always wanted to take a look at the notorious restricted area, so they came together.
It was such a coincidence that while they were watching, Ye Chen came out, shocking the monks from all directions and retreating one after another.
"This is so shocking. There are living people coming out of the restricted area." Surprises came one after another.
"Is it the supreme being in the restricted area? It has come out."
"Wearing a black robe and a mask, we can't see his face clearly." Many monks have fled.
The only reason is that Ye Chen came out of the restricted area and had a mysterious aura that made people afraid to stay easily.
And his coercion is so strong that people's hearts tremble.
Ye Chen ignored the comments from all directions, stepped onto Xutian, and headed straight towards one side, as fast as a faint light.
However, the news that someone had come out of the forbidden area seemed to have wings, floating to all directions in Zhongzhou.
"There is someone in the restricted area? Real or fake." Zhongzhou was shocked, and anyone who listened would have their hearts trembled.
It was a forbidden area with a notorious reputation for evil, no entry and no exit, and no life or death. It was a monk's nightmare.
"In the past, the Seven Sons of Donghua invaded and nearly wiped out the entire army. The legend still makes people gasp."
"In endless years, I have never seen anyone come out of the restricted area. Is this a terrible sign?"
The quiet night became unstable, shrouded in a layer of haze, darker than the night, making it impossible to sleep.
At the foot of Zhutian Mountain, Ye Chen stood still, like a stone statue, letting the strong wind rage without moving.
Although nine days had passed, the world was still filled with blood mist, and the howling wind carried desolate cries.
The scene of the tragic death of hundreds of reincarnated people was vivid in his mind. The blooming blood flowers were like sharp knives, gouging out his heart and carving his bones.
There were tears in Ye Chen's eyes, blurring his sharp vision.
In the haze, he seemed to be able to see Master Heng Yue and the others waving and smiling at him before setting out on the road.
They left, going to the underworld, not their hometown.
"Have a good journey." Ye Chen took out the wine bottle and poured it on the ground, his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life.
He also left, slowly disappearing into the night.
After a long time, he appeared in the ancient city of Kunlun.
Kunlun Ancient City is more prosperous at night than during the day.
There is never a shortage of discussions, and most of them come from tea stalls and wine shops. Wherever there are people, there will be gossip. .org
What they were talking about was what happened in these days: the bloody catastrophe in the Tianshan Mountains, the destruction of the ancient holy body...
Ye Chen walked gently. When passing by the restaurant where the Kunlun Banquet was held in the past, he did not forget to glance sideways. He had destroyed many of the geniuses at that time.
After closing his eyes, he turned around and stepped into a street. In the corner, he found a small grocery store.
This is an information pavilion that specializes in buying and selling information.
The owner of the grocery store is a handsome young man with a quasi-sage level of cultivation. He is sitting there reading ancient books.
Seeing Ye Chen approaching, he immediately put down the ancient book and laughed warmly, "What do you want, fellow Taoist?"
"Nine days ago, did you know what happened under Zhutian Mountain?" Ye Chen said lightly, his voice was old and hoarse.
"I know it." The young man couldn't help but smile.
"Those who surrounded and killed the Holy Body, their identities, forces, and families, I want all this information." Ye Chen's tone was majestic.
Hearing this, the young man raised his eyebrows, subconsciously looked at Ye Chen, and said to himself, "What does this person want to do?"
"I'm very busy, hurry up." Ye Chen snorted coldly.
"Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment." The young man smiled and hurriedly walked in to get the information.
His work efficiency was still very high, and he came out with a storage bag in no less than two or three minutes.
"Fifteen million source stones, this store will not bargain."
Ye Chen was silent, flicked his hand and a storage bag flew out, then raised his hand to take away the information in the young man's hand.
He left again. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
Behind him, the handsome young man wiped his cold sweat subconsciously and said, "This man is very coercive and tyrannical."
Ye Chen has opened the storage bag. Inside is a piece of jade slip, each jade slip sealing information.
He crushed it directly, and the information was imprinted on the divine sea.
The information from the Intelligence Pavilion has always been accurate and detailed.
There were nearly ten thousand monks who surrounded and killed him that day.
In this information, there is a list of each of them, including their identity, cultivation level and the force they belong to.
Naturally, this also includes those who have been killed by him, such as the sons of demons and gods.
Thanks to the demons and gods who have proclaimed themselves back to the ancient land, if they knew that their princes had been killed, there would be another wanted person from all tribes, and the battle would be huge.
"Don't be anxious, come one by one." Ye Chen's words were cold to the bone, and many figures flashed through the divine sea: Feng Xian'er, the Son of God of the Immortal Clan, the Divine Body of Annihilation, the Son of Burial God, Tian Can, and the Taoist Zhiyang.
While he was talking, there were people who surrounded and killed him that day.
"Oh, why did you come here just now!" He just came in, with a flattering smile on his face.
Ye Chen didn't answer, stepped onto the third floor, found a private room accurately, and kicked the door open.
In the room, there was a man and a woman engaged in sexual intercourse, and the man's eyes were full of evil spirits.
"Asshole, who let you in?" The male cultivator yelled angrily. He was very angry that his good things were interrupted, and the killing sword suddenly appeared.
Ye Chen came over in an instant and destroyed his Danhai with one finger.
The screams suddenly sounded, and the female cultivator was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her body with a silk quilt and looked at Ye Chen with horrified eyes.
Ye Chen ignored it, or in other words, didn't say a word from beginning to end. He picked up the male cultivator and turned around to leave the room.
He did not kill the male cultivator because he wanted the male cultivator to die on his knees under the Zhutian Mountains and use his blood to sacrifice the reincarnated people.
Outside the door, an old man in purple robe blocked Ye Chen's path. His cultivation level was at the Saint King level.
"Fellow Taoist, if you cause trouble here, please give me an explanation." The purple-robed old man snorted coldly, with a cold light shining in his old eyes.
Ye Chen's pace did not slow down, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
"Arrogant." The old man in purple robe shouted violently and slapped him with his palm.
Ye Chen didn't squint his eyes, but he also moved his palm very casually.
On the spot, the holy king-level purple-robed old man flew out, flew upside down, and his body exploded, causing a restaurant opposite to collapse. The scene was bloody.
Gudong!
, whether they were drinking, having fun, or flirting with girls, they all swallowed hard.
Holy King level, that is Holy King level! He was unexpectedly slapped away with a random palm. Was the person who struck him a quasi-emperor
Under everyone's attention and in awe, he still held the bloody male cultivator in his hand.
"Fellow Taoist, private fighting is prohibited in Kunlun City." An old and ethereal voice rang out.
"Get lost." Ye Chen said lightly, using the power of the holy bones. Although his voice was soft, it was like an eternal thunderbolt, aimed at that person, with supreme pressure and majesty.
This time, there was no sound, and the old voice faded.
It wasn't until Ye Chen walked out of Kunlun Ancient City that he saw a white-haired old man in the palace in the city wiping away his cold sweat, "Damn it, how could such a quasi-emperor come to be?"
After leaving Kunlun City, Ye Chen walked straight to the sky and headed straight for one side.
After a long time, he stopped in front of a fairy mountain.
This is the family of one of the people who surrounded and killed him that day. In the Xuanhuang Continent, it cannot even be called a third-rate force.
There was a barrier on the fairy mountain, but he just skipped it and hung it in the void.
"Who is it?" A loud shout rang out immediately, and two figures came up from the sky, one black and one white, two old men, both of whom were at the saint level, and one of them had reached a bottleneck.
"Let him come out." Ye Chen spoke calmly, holding a picture scroll in his hand. On the picture scroll was a purple-haired young man with a fair face and a playful expression on the corner of his mouth.
"Presumptuous." The old man in black robes scolded coldly, suddenly rushed towards him, made a big seal with his hand, and covered Ye Chen with Ling Tian's palm.
Ye Chen looked calm, without joy or worry. He only raised his hand slightly. He didn't even look at the old man in black robe.
In an instant, the old man in black robe turned into a blood flower, and both his body and soul were extinguished.
"This..." The white-robed old man's expression changed, and he took a step back. His eyes were highlighted, and his expression was full of fear.
Not only was he scared, everyone in the Immortal Mountain was also scared.
They couldn't guess what kind of fighting power he had when he raised his hand to destroy the saint, and what kind of cultivation he had, and they didn't dare to guess.
"Senior, atonement, did my Wang family offend you somewhere?" The old man in white robe prostrated, his old body couldn't help but tremble.
"Let him come out." Ye Chen still said the same thing.
"Okay, okay." The old man in white robe hurriedly got up, went to a mountain peak, and brought the purple-haired young man.
Ye Chen raised his hand and pointed at the divine light, which destroyed his cultivation.
The screams were piercing and the purple-haired young man was completely transformed into a cripple.
The white-robed old man and everyone in the Wang family trembled, their faces extremely pale, and no one stepped forward.
This is the world of the strong. They watch their own people being destroyed, but they don't even dare to make a sound.
Ye Chen left again, like a ghost, disappearing for a moment.
After he left, the fairyland behind him was terrifyingly quiet, with people all slumped down, their clothes soaked in cold sweat.
"Old... Ancestor." Everyone looked at the old man in white robes.
"It must be that evil grandson who provoked that man." The old man in white robe shouted, his voice was like thunder, "He deserves to die."
In an ancient city, Ye Chen fell down and entered a mansion.
"Who's trespassing?" He shouted suddenly, and three quasi-saint kings jumped out and surrounded Ye Chen in the center.
This time, Ye Chen was too lazy to ask for someone and went straight to a villa in the mansion. The person he was looking for was in the villa.
"Seeking death." A quasi-sage king shouted angrily and stepped forward to block him, with a copper furnace hanging on his head and a strong aura.
Ye Chen waved his hand and slapped the Quasi-Saint King away with one palm.
Poof, click!
The quasi-saint king was miserable, his body turned into blood mist, his soul was annihilated, and the copper furnace hanging from his head exploded.
"This..." The remaining two quasi-saint kings were so frightened that they stood in the sky, not daring to move.
Not only did they dare not move, but everyone in the entire mansion did not dare to move. Their eyes were full of fear and they did not dare to look directly at Ye Chen.
ah.!
Deep in the mansion, screams rang out, coming from the villa. It was a blood-haired young man who was beaten into a cripple.
Ye Chen held it in one hand and walked out as if there was no one around.
In the entire mansion, no one dared to speak. Some people were so frightened that they prostrated themselves on the ground, fearing that they would also suffer a bloody disaster.