The next day, before dawn, Ye Chen, Zhong Jiang, and Hong Chenxue walked out of Yanhuang Lingshan.
There were only three of them. Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue were originally from Yanhuang, and Ye Chen was the ninety-ninth generation of the Holy Lord of Yanhuang. Their going to Dihuang meant something.
Above the empty sky, Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue were walking in the air, with only Ye Chen holding his sword by his side.
I don't know whether it was because of Zhong Li's injury or because of the killer dynasty. Along the way, the expressions of Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue were unusually solemn, which inevitably made Ye Chen feel a little depressed.
"Come back from Dihuang, don't go out easily again." After all, it was Zhong Jiang who broke the silence between the three of them. He looked at Ye Chen seriously, without any intention of joking.
"Why...why." Ye Chen was startled.
"Because of the Killer Dynasty." Hongchenxue whispered to the side, "As early as the day when the Killer Dynasty was suppressed by the Emperor Yan, they swore a poisonous oath to slaughter all the people of Yanhuang and use all the history of Yanhuang to The head of the Holy Lord is a tribute to their killing sword. Attacking Senior Brother Zhongli is just a challenge for them. Their real target is the 99th Holy Lord of Yanhuang, which is you."
After listening to Hong Chenxue's words, Ye Chen's mouth twitched sharply, and he wanted to say to Hong Chenxue: "This Holy Lord, can I stop doing this?"
"No." Hong Chenxue seemed to be able to see through Ye Chen's thoughts. She glanced sideways at Ye Chen and said, "From the day you accepted the Xuancang Jade Ring, your mission in this life was destined. I am not I’m kidding you, the horror of the Killer Dynasty is far beyond your imagination. Many people of the Yanhuang Holy Lords have died at their hands in the past generations. My master, Hongchen, was almost killed back then, let alone you.”
"I understand." Ye Chen nodded slightly. Under the mask, his face looked solemn.
While talking, the three of them had already stepped into more than one teleportation array.
At some point, the three of them stopped under a winding spiritual mountain.
"Who is it?" Before the three of them could come forward, several elders guarding the mountain gate rushed out one after another. But when they saw it was Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue, they became a little excited.
"I've seen Yan Zun and Feng Zun." Several people knelt on one knee one after another. Although they were hostile, they were all former members of Yanhuang and were very respectful to Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue.
"Where's Zhongli?" Zhong Jiang waved his hand and lifted everyone up.
"The Holy Lord has been waiting for a long time."
Zhong Jiang and the others did not speak, and the three of them entered hand in hand.
In Dihuang Ling Mountain, both elders and disciples were standing on the same spot. When Zhong Jiang and the others passed by, they all knelt on one knee and kowtowed respectfully, "I have seen Yan Zun and Feng Zun."
After paying homage to Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue, almost everyone's eyes fell on Ye Chen, with various expressions in their eyes, some were amazed, some were surprised, or some were sighing.
"Is he Qin Yu? Fengyun Killing God, my ninety-ninth generation Yanhuang Holy Master?"
"If you are really talented, you will definitely be an unparalleled hero in the future."
"It seems that we are really old."
To these, Ye Chen just responded with a chuckle, but when he saw a few familiar Dihuang disciples, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, because they had all been looted by him in the cave, but they didn't know it.
Amid the discussion, the three of them had already entered Dihuang's underground palace.
Upon entering their eyes, they saw an altar, with a gray-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the altar.
Seeing this gray-haired old man, not only Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue, but also Ye Chen couldn't help but frown sharply.
Needless to say, the white-haired old man was the fifth disciple of Holy Master Dihuang Zhongli and Hongchen, but his condition was extremely bad. He had countless scars all over his body, and every wound was shining with a dark light, resolving his The essence, especially the sword mark between the eyebrows, is the most frightening. It seems that someone has pierced it with a sword. Instead of healing, the wound is still expanding outwards.
Just as Stinging Soul said, Zhongli was really seriously injured. His aura was extremely depressed, and his whole body was exuding a strong aura of death, like a dying old man who was about to be laid to rest.
"Holy Lord Dihuang, you're fine!" Before Ye Chen could say anything, Hongchenxue spoke indifferently.
On the side, Zhong Jiang's expression was almost the same.
Over the years, Dihuang, Yanhuang, and Renhuang have fought more than once. They were from the same sect, but they were at each other's throats. Because of a certain desire, there was bloodshed one after another. Even though they were from the same sect, they still had grudges in their hearts. .
Ye Chen sighed helplessly at the two people's indifference,
Why bother? He was obviously worried about Zhongli, but he refused to admit it.
On the altar, seeing the indifferent voices of Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue, a trace of sadness flashed through Zhong Li's muddy old eyes. He tried his best to get up and walked off the altar, but as soon as his feet landed, he stumbled. If he hadn't stood The stabbing soul at his side supported him, but he might have fallen to the ground.
"Fourth Senior Brother, Seventh Junior Sister." Already exhausted, Zhong Jiang's turbid old eyes looked at Zhong Jiang and Hongchenxue with tears in his eyes, his voice was hoarse and tired, carrying endless vicissitudes of life and sorrow.
Suddenly, Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue trembled.
After so many years of endless fighting, they had never heard each other address each other as senior brother or junior sister. Zhongli's words of senior brother and junior sister seemed to end their hundreds of years of vicissitudes.
Finally, the indifferent expressions of Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue suddenly disappeared. No matter how hard they spoke, they were still no match for the feeling of being from the same family.
"We have been waiting for this day for too long." Zhong Jiang and Hong Chenxue smiled in relief, finally put aside their grudges, and walked over one after another, supporting the old Zhong Li in their hands.
"I've been wrong for so long."
"It's in the past."
"I still remember when we were still in our prime, and the years are like knives!"
The three of them sat there, talking to each other, telling the story of hundreds of years of vicissitudes of life.
At this moment, there are no distinctions between Yanhuang, Renhuang and Dihuang, and there are no distinctions between Yanzun, Fengzun and Leizun. Now, they are just brothers and sisters from the same sect.
On the side, Ye Chen and Ci Hun stood quietly without saying a word.
"The injury is so serious." Although Ye Chen did not speak, he was already using his Immortal Wheel Eye to examine Zhongli's injuries. He saw Zhongli's shattered body and soul that could collapse at any time.
"Zhongli is good at assassination, and he is a quasi-celestial being. How powerful he is to be able to hurt him like this." After having no choice but to do so, Ye Chen's eyes were full of shock, and he was surprised by the mysterious and terrifying killer. The Divine Dynasty has become more fearful than ever before.
"Have you ever encountered someone from the Assassin Dynasty?" Thinking to himself, Ye Chen couldn't help but send a message to the stabbing soul on the side.
Although Cihun looked cold, he still nodded.
"The opponent is in the quasi-heaven realm?" Ye Chen transmitted the message again. According to his opinion, if Zhongli, who was good at assassination, could be injured like this, his cultivation level must be in the quasi-heaven realm.
However, what he didn't expect was that the stabbing soul actually shook his head gently, "The person who hurt the Holy Lord was a person from the first level of the sky and the underworld. His assassination power can no longer be described as terrifying."
"Kong... the first level of Kongming Realm." Ye Chen's eyes were filled with horror. This news was far more shocking than he imagined. If that person were allowed to ascend to the Quasi-Heaven Realm, wouldn't he already be invincible in the world.
"As far as I know, that person is the Holy Son of the Killer God Dynasty. He was sealed as early as the Donghuang era and was only unsealed not long ago." When Ye Chen was shocked, Thorn Soul transmitted the message again, "It's not just him. The Holy Son of the Killer God Dynasty, and the self-proclaimed killers of the Killer God Dynasty back then, are also releasing the seals one after another."
Having said this, Rao looked down at the world with a look of fear, "They are just a group of murderous gods."
Ye Chen was silent and his expression turned extremely ugly.
It is easy to hide from an open gun, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.
Ye Chen understands this truth very well. An open and honest duel is nothing. If he is targeted by a group of murderous gods hiding in the dark, no matter which force he belongs to, he will not be able to sleep.
When the two were talking via voice transmission, Zhongli, who was in extremely poor condition, had already set his sights on Ye Chen. Especially when he saw the Xuancang jade ring on Ye Chen's finger, his cloudy old eyes couldn't help but have a look. A hint of nostalgia.
"Junior Qin Yu, I have met senior Zhongli." Seeing Zhongli looking at him, Ye Chen hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, not as the Holy Lord of Yanhuang, but as a junior.
"The God of Wind and Cloud Killing is indeed worthy of his reputation." Zhong Li smiled tiredly, with relief in his laughter, "It seems that we are really old, we are no longer what we were back then. Our time has passed, but we deceive ourselves and others and refuse to accept old age. Now it seems Come on, it’s no use refusing to accept it.”
"Senior is really over the top."
"I see the shadow of Master in you." Zhongli's laughter was full of vicissitudes of life, and he looked at Ye Chen blankly, "Although I can't see the day when Yan and Huang are unified, I know that the ninety-ninth On behalf of the Holy Lord Yanhuang, we can restore Yanhuang to its former glory."
"Senior will praise you so highly, this junior will be flattered." Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "However, it is more important to treat your injury now. Rehmannia glutinosa is rare to return to Yanhuang, so we cannot do without you, old man."
"Can he be saved after being injured like this?" Not only Zhong Li, but also the cold and indifferent looking soul could not help but look at Ye Chen.
"What if the Holy Lord of Yanhuang doesn't have some unique skills?" Ye Chen chuckled.
"Are you sure that Senior Brother Zhongli is on the verge of collapse? If he is not careful, his life will be destroyed." Hongchenxue couldn't help but glance at Ye Chen.
"Do you think I look like that unreliable person? Hey, listen to me, it's true, you come and protect Senior Zhongli's heart." Ye Chen said, looking at Zhong Jiang aside, "Zhong Jiang Senior, you are responsible for instilling spiritual power into Senior Zhongli’s body continuously.”
"Can I help you in any way?" From the side, Cihun hurriedly stepped forward.
"I'd like to trouble Senior Thorn Soul to guard the entrance to the underground palace."
"Understood." The stabbing soul acted as resolutely as ever. He suddenly raised his foot and stepped down to the door of the underground palace. He held the killing sword in his hand with a clang. If anyone broke in rashly, he would be killed by his thunder in the next moment. .
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