Ji Ningshuang also tried, and a lotus flower flew out from the center of her eyebrows, sweeping out a gorgeous fairy light.
What surprised Ye Chen was that this lotus flower platform easily broke through a crack. Through the crack, he could still clearly see the vast boundary of underground space, shrouded in clouds and mist, and hazy.
Ji Ningshuang was also surprised that her hopeless attempt actually broke through.
Without thinking much, she stepped into the realm of space.
Ye Chen raised his feet and followed.
But the embarrassing thing is that as soon as he passed, the crack healed.
Obviously, the space world wants to see Ji Ningshuang. If it doesn't want to see him, it just won't let you in.
Ye Chen began to understand that Ji Ningshuang's Lotus Terrace must have a great origin. The purpose of the great space was to give face to the Lotus Terrace, and accordingly to its owner, so he let Ji Ningshuang in.
"Since it's your creation, I can't force it." Ye Chen coughed dryly.
With that said, he turned around and left the underground palace, leaving only one clone here, not because he was afraid that the Emperor of the Great Desolation would come looking for him, but because he was afraid that when Ji Ningshuang came out, he would be besieged by the Emperor of the Great Desolate, just in case.
After leaving the underground palace, Ye Chen stepped onto the top of a mountain and looked around.
There was almost no rumble and no fluctuations in the battle.
This is all due to Ji Ningshuang's natural disaster. Of the three million people in the prehistoric army, more than two million were killed. Such tragic losses were something that even prehistoric people could not bear, so they would be much more honest.
After this battle, Honghuang people will definitely learn to be smarter. They will no longer act blatantly and act secretly. It’s not like the Honghuang people don’t understand that it’s easy to hide from open guns but hard to defend against hidden arrows.
This is not good news for the sons of the emperors of the heavens. It is better to be on guard when it comes to the obvious, but it is difficult to guard against and protect them from the underworld. As you go, the emperors of the prehistoric times will come out.
Taking one last look, Ye Chen descended from the top of the mountain and went deeper.
After a long time, he fell down in a valley.
This valley is very dark, barren of grass, covered by layers of mist, and eerie.
Ye Chen walked and looked around, and he liked this dark place the most, because along the way, he found most of the treasures in the dark places. On the surface, it looked like nothing, but in fact, there were treasures and opportunities. It is said that people cannot The appearance is suitable for use in Tianzun's ruins.
Sure enough, deep in the valley, he found something. It was a huge stone with half a piece of rusty iron embedded in the huge stone. It looked like rusty iron, but in fact it was meteorite iron, a good material for casting magical weapons.
"It's really good." Ye Chen split the boulder with one palm and took away the piece of meteorite. Although it was as big as a fist, it was more than enough to forge a small short knife for children to play with.
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As he watched, he frowned, subconsciously tilted his head, and looked deeper. There were life fluctuations, and they were very weak. The breath was also very familiar, and it was difficult to detect it without carefully sensing it.
"Everyone else has gone out, why are you wasting your time?" Ye Chen couldn't help but secretly cursed and went straight over there.
Soon, deep in the valley, he found a person, a young man, lying under an old stone, with disheveled hair, covered in blood, pale face, dim eyes, and extremely injured.
That young man took a quick look and saw that he was the Son of God of the Wu Clan, wasn't he
Ye Chen dodged and came to the side of the Wu Clan God Son. He put his palm on his shoulder and poured in the Holy Body Essence. Only then did he realize that the Wu Clan God Son's soul had been severely damaged and the fire of the soul was being completely extinguished. The roots and bloodline origins have also suffered a devastating blow and are on the verge of death.
"Ye Chen." The voice of the God of the Witch Clan was hoarse, and when he spoke, there were wisps of blood pouring from the corners of his mouth.
Ye Chen did not respond. A pair of dazzling golden eyes stared at the chest of the Wu Clan God Son. There was a sword mark that penetrated the chest and back. It is not difficult to imagine that the Wu Clan God Son was pierced by a sword.
Ye Chen was not surprised that there were sword marks. What surprised him was that there were seven-colored fairy lights shining on the sword marks, which wiped out the essence of the witch god's son. It was the seven-colored fairy lights that made the wounds not heal, but instead It also expanded outwards, destroying the origin and foundation of the Son of God of the Witch Clan.
"Zhu Xian Sword." Ye Chen murmured, his eyes were very cold, he would not admit it wrong, the sword mark on the chest of the Wu Clan God Son was pierced by the Zhu Xian Sword.
For a moment, his expression turned extremely ugly. Unexpectedly, the long-lost Zhuxian Sword also came to the ruins of Tianzun. The existence of the self-proclaimed Sword of Heaven was causing killings again.
"Seal." With a light scolding, he used his great supernatural power to seal the son of the Wu Clan's god. There was nothing he could do if he didn't seal it. The son of the Wu Clan's god was injured by the Immortal Killing Sword and only had one breath left. He was powerless and wanted to save his life. , it still requires the King of Humans to take action, and most likely someone needs to exchange his life for his life.
After sealing the Son of God of the Wu Clan, he stood still, closed his eyes slightly, and used Zhoutian Evolution to trace back to the source and deduce what happened in the valley before, but he couldn't deduce anything.
He had also been mentally prepared for this. Few people could figure out what the Immortal Killing Sword could do.
"If you're not strong enough, don't run in!" Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and sealed the son of the Witch Clan into a copper furnace. He just had to go out to find the Human King. Whether he could be rescued depends on his luck.
As soon as he said this, he saw someone entering the valley, wearing a black robe, looking left and right, as if he was looking for something.
Ye Chen looked at it, and his true appearance was revealed at a glance. He was the Emperor Xue Mang. Well, to be more precise, he was a clone of Emperor Xue Mang. He was not looking for a treasure, but the son of the Emperor of All Heavens. Once traces are found, there is no doubt that I will be contacted immediately.
Ye Chen hid in the void space, but did not take action against the Xue Mang Emperor. He did not want to attract the Prehistoric Emperor. He was determined that if this clone was killed, not only the Xue Mang Emperor would be killed, but also other Prehistoric Emperors. Son, that will be another siege, and he can't handle it alone.
After avoiding the clone of Emperor Xue Mang, he escaped from the valley and bumped into Ming Jue's clone.
"Just don't go in." Ye Chen waved his hand and dragged the Ming Jue clone into the space. If he met the Xue Mang Emperor's clone when he entered the valley, the two clones had a disagreement and were about to start a fight.
"My boss has been looking for you for a long time." Ming Jue's clone said.
"Stop talking nonsense and contact me." Ye Chen said.
Ming Jue's clone was obedient, closed his eyes, opened and closed them again, and had already contacted Ming Jue's true self.
"You bitch, where have you gone?" Ming Jue cursed loudly.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." Ye Chen said immediately, "Just take it easy. The Immortal Killing Sword is also in the ruins of Tianzun. It is much more terrifying than the Emperor's Son. If you encounter it, let me know."
"The Immortal Killing Sword is here too, it's really lively." Ming Jue sighed.
"If possible, tell the other emperors to be careful with the Immortal Killing Sword." Ye Chen's words were not a joke.
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"Always keep in touch." Ye Chen also stuffed Ming Jue's clone into the copper furnace to facilitate contact with Ming Jue. The Zhu Xian Sword was also in the ruins, so he had to be careful not to make any mistakes.
Here, Ming Jue said very professionally that he had spread the news about the Immortal Killing Sword to all the emperors and their descendants, which caused a lot of surprise. It seemed that everyone knew about the Immortal Killing Sword and the evil reputation of the Immortal Killing Sword. It had done many evil things in Da Chu. Ye Chen died in the hands of the Zhuxian Sword in his last life.
Time flies, and the sun and the moon reincarnate in the blink of an eye.
In these three days, Ye Chen had gone deep enough, but Tianzun's ruins were endless and seemed to have no end.
In the past three days, he has also gained quite a lot. He obtained a sacred grass, found half a sacred bead, found many fragments of magic weapons, and imprinted an artistic conception on a dilapidated cave.
During this period, he also had encounters with the Prehistoric people. He didn't see the emperor's son, but he killed hundreds of powerful people from the Prehistoric people and robbed a lot of treasures. His shriveled storage bag bulged again.
On the night of the fourth day, he saw an ancient city standing in the mountains. There were many traces of swords, guns, and halberds on the city walls, which exuded the vicissitudes of ancient times, and even mysterious phenomena seemed to be looming.
"This Tianzun relic has everything." Ye Chen looked at the ancient city in surprise with a strange expression.
"The boss said that when you reach the quasi-emperor level, you can transform the world into your body. The legendary Tianzun's Taoism is obviously higher than that of the quasi-emperor. After his death, his body turns into a relic, and the world that evolved in his body during his lifetime will also be transformed accordingly. Presented in the ruins." Ming Jue's clone explained.
"This explanation is easy to understand." Ye Chen said, taking a step into the ancient city.
The ancient city is not too big. It is really an ancient city. It has evolved very realistically. The world inside the body is the same as the real one. The only thing missing is the people. The whole thing looks deserted.
Walking on the main street in the city, Ye Chen looked around curiously.
Although the city is real, it is in a mess. Many houses have collapsed and there are many skeletons. He is not the first person to come here. There may be more people who have come to this city before and fought over treasures and opportunities. A good one The ancient city was turned into a ruined city due to the war.
He stopped in front of a cracked wall and stared with slightly narrowed eyes. There was some artistic conception left on the wall. Due to the cracks in the wall and the passage of time, the artistic conception was incomplete.
Immediately, he sat down cross-legged, held the Chaos Cauldron hanging by his side, and focused on capturing the artistic conception.
Although the artistic conception was broken, it was extremely mysterious. It expounded the way of self-cultivation. In the dark, he could see a figure in purple clothes, standing on the top of the mountain, standing firm despite the wind and rain.
Ye Chen's mind wandered freely, and he calmly comprehended that the way of self-cultivation was ordinary, or in other words, returning to nature. It was obviously nothing extraordinary, but the Tao Yun appeared frequently. Those who left this artistic conception must be people with great supernatural powers.
Night fell again, and while he was still comprehending the artistic conception, he suddenly heard the buzzing of the Chaos Cauldron.
Without thinking much, he immediately escaped from the artistic conception. The Chaos Cauldron buzzed, which was a signal: someone was entering the city.
Afterwards, a rumbling sound was heard, and a beautiful figure fell from the sky, causing a house to collapse.
Ye Chen could see clearly that it was the goddess of the ancient tribe, who had not left the ruins and had come deeper.
As for the person who was chasing the goddess of the ancient tribe, she was an old man with blood-haired hair and a black robe. She was not from the prehistoric tribe. Her aura was cold and her eyes were withered. She was a quasi-emperor whose cultivation had been suppressed to the level of a holy king.
When Ye Chen looked at it, in the collapsed house, the goddess of the ancient tribe stood up, staggering and vomiting blood. Her own fighting strength was not weak, but the opponent was stronger and beyond the range of confrontation.
"With the blood of the ancient clan, it's really good to use you as a medicinal spirit." The blood-haired old man smiled faintly, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed the goddess of the ancient clan. His eyes were full of greed. Listening to her words, he was an alchemist.
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