The night sky is deep and the stars are like dust.
A figure carrying a sack rushed into the rolling mountains, sneaking like a thief.
Needless to say, this person is Ye Chen, that bitch.
After coming out of Yama Luo Mountain, this guy ran for more than 800 miles, and then he landed in this inaccessible and deserted mountain. He escaped more than 300 feet underground before stopping.
"I'm so smart that I did something big again." Putting down the sack he was carrying, Ye Chen smiled a little treacherously.
As he spoke, he poured out all the treasures in the sack, and the whole thing was piled up into a mountain. There were all kinds of spiritual herbs, spiritual weapons, and spiritual elixirs. Each one was overflowing with divine light, shining brightly in the dark underground.
Next, there were constant clanking sounds coming from the ground.
This guy scurried back and forth in front of the mountains of treasures, taking away all the spiritual herbs and elixirs, leaving only piles of spiritual weapons.
The next moment, he summoned the Cauldron of Chaos and suspended it above the spiritual weapon.
break!
Following Ye Chen's slight scolding, the Chaos Divine Cauldron suddenly trembled, and the air of chaos overflowed. The Dunjia Tianzi imprinted on it began to move, and the sounds of heaven intertwined with the great avenues could still be vaguely heard.
And as the Chaos Divine Cauldron trembled, the spiritual weapons below were crushed to pieces at the same time.
Next, among the broken spiritual weapons, light threads continued to fly out, with different colors, intertwined and entwined with each other. They were pulled by the Chaos Divine Cauldron and were constantly imprinted in the cauldron.
These light threads are the essence of the weapon's weapon, and Ye Chen uses their essence to refine the Chaos Divine Cauldron.
After a long time, all the weapon spirits of many spiritual weapons were absorbed by the Chaos Cauldron.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
In the underground, the buzzing sound of the Chaos Divine Cauldron continued.
At this moment, it is so extraordinary, huge and heavy, simple and natural, with no bright colors or dazzling divine light. The so-called ingenuity and inefficiency describe its current form. It is like a return to nature. People, seemingly ordinary, are terrifying and domineering.
After doing this, Ye Chen sat directly under the Chaos Cauldron.
The Chaos Divine Cauldron trembled slightly, and the power of many bloodlines sealed in it poured out, one after another, in colorful colors, like a colorful waterfall.
The blood power of special bloodline contains vast essence. Since it is a gift from God, then they are not ordinary blood. There are principles of fusion in it, and there is also some original power of heaven and earth, which is the supreme treasure.
Ye Chen was under the Cauldron of Chaos. His shirt had torn apart, revealing his bronze skin. All the pores in his body seemed to be breathing, swallowing the essence of the bloodline and vomiting out the dregs of the bloodline.
He was like an old monk sitting in meditation, motionless, letting the many blood essences cleanse his body, and the blood path was integrated into his chaos path.
This is a wonderful picture. The dark underground is spewing splendor, the clouds are steaming, the white mist is lingering, and the power of blood is flowing elegantly. It seems that the soul is returning to heaven and earth, but it is all sucked into Ye Chen's body.
The power of blood entered the body, like a vast river and sea, surging in Ye Chen's body, blending with the blood of his holy body, nourishing his limbs and bones, and refining his eight extraordinary meridians.
At some point, his windless swaying white hair returned to its original black color one by one under the influence of the power of blood, flowing like a waterfall, each strand shining with bright golden light.
Suddenly, the ground trembled, showing mysterious pictures, adding a touch of splendor to this inaccessible mountain, and making the dark night less boring.
Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.
... ... ... ... ..
Yama Luo Mountain, in front of the ruins.
The dark figures stood there, but they all had their heads lowered and did not dare to make a sound. What's more, their bodies were still trembling.
Among the ruins, the Blood Lord stood like a monument that would never collapse. Under the dark night, his eyes as vast as the stars quickly gathered into a bit of cold and terrifying cold light.
Who is it
Finally, the Blood Lord spoke, and with just one sentence, the ground turned into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the flying air froze into ice slag.
... ... ... ... .
Under the mountains, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes as a long breath of turbid air was exhaled.
Suddenly, two rays of divine light that seemed to be substantial shot out from his eyes, poking out two large holes in the underground rock wall. They were the external aspects of the Tao, but they appeared in the form of divine rays.
Soon, the divine radiance all over his body was absorbed into his body, and his eyes, as vast as the deep starry sky, returned to normal and became as calm as ever.
What a blessing!
Ye Chen twisted his neck fiercely. The origin of the holy body that was integrated with the power of many bloodlines made him feel like he was bathing in the spring breeze, and he had an unprecedented intimacy with the world.
Leave!
Feeling so happy, Ye Chen turned over and jumped up. Like a divine light, he rushed out of the ground and went straight to the other side.
At some point, he stopped in front of a huge ancient city.
From a distance, the ancient city looks like a huge mountain, majestic and standing on this land like a symbol.
This ancient city is the ancient city of sky burial.
A long time ago, this ancient city was a little-known ancient town, and it was not called the Sky Burial Ancient City.
According to legend, before the Sky Burial Emperor was crowned emperor, he enlightened the world here and attracted celebrities from all walks of life. In the years that followed, the ancient town continued to grow and evolved into an ancient city. This is where the Ancient Sky Burial City came from.
As for why Ye Chen came here, it was naturally to investigate the matter of his death.
The last conversation I had with him before his death was in the ancient city of celestial burial. He died after that, and Ye Chen still can't transform into a Taoist body.
He had been unable to get away from the affairs of the Haotian family before, so he had time to take a look today, vowing to clear away the clouds and solve the many doubts in his mind.
Thinking in his heart, he had already entered the ancient city of sky burial.
What he saw when he saw it was a huge humanoid stone statue about a hundred feet high. He was majestic in stature and his back was like a mountain. Although he was a stone statue, his depiction was lifelike, like a real person. He had the power to swallow up mountains and rivers, gazing at the world.
Sky Burial Emperor!
Ye Chen murmured, even though it was a stone statue, he still felt a lot of awe in his heart.
That was once an emperor who unified this land and suppressed the ghost tribe with his heavenly methods. His legends are all myths.
As he looked at it, Ye Chen's eyes were a little dazed, and a trace of sadness arose inexplicably in his heart. The former emperor, who shocked the past and the present, even though his legends are all myths, still turned into a handful of loess after all.
As Taixu Gulong said, this is a ridiculous and sad road to conquer heaven, and no one is the real winner.
"You heard it! In order to give an explanation to the major families in Northern Chu, the Bloodthirsty Palace beheaded more than a dozen pavilion masters."
Finally, Ye Chen's thoughts were interrupted by words coming from the wine shop.
Slowly looking away from the stone statue, Ye Chen raised his feet and walked away.
As for the chaos in Northern Chu, this is what he wants. There is no other way. In order to buy time for Southern Chu to build the city wall, he needs to use conspiracy and tricks.
Facts have proved that his method is still very successful. At least it has created a gap between the Bloodthirsty Palace and the major families in Beichu. It is basically impossible to unite in a short period of time.
Next, Ye Chen continued to appear in every corner of the ancient city of celestial burial, looking for any clues that the Taoist body might leave behind.
However, what disappointed him was that he didn't find any clues. The only thing he could be sure of was that Dao Shen had been here. As for what happened next, he had no clue at all.
The night is getting darker.
The bustling ancient city of sky burials began to fall into silence. On the quiet streets, there were only three or two drunken drunkards walking staggeringly, and occasionally roaring, as if to vent the depression in their hearts.
Here, Ye Chen has given up hope, holding the wine bottle, and walking boredly on the silent street.
At some point, he slowly stopped.
From a distance, he saw an old man under the stone statue of the Sky Burial Emperor. He was still holding a broom in his hand. He was sweeping the fallen leaves that flew under the stone statue. Although his movements were not fast, he was very patient.
Di Fan
Ye Chen murmured. Although he had never seen the old man's face, he still recognized who it was from his bloodline.
Although Di Fan is extremely old, he still has vast power hidden in his body. This is the bloodline of a descendant of the emperor and cannot be concealed. Ordinary monks may not be able to recognize it, but he can see through it at a glance.
Although he was a little surprised, Ye Chen was not too shocked.
Di Fan, the direct descendant of the Heavenly Burial Emperor, was sealed tens of thousands of years ago, but even after all the changes, he is still the Heavenly Burial Emperor's child. It is reasonable for him to sweep the Heavenly Burial Emperor's tomb now.
However, Ye Chen can understand Di Fan's state of mind. The seal is like a dream. It has been tens of thousands of years since he woke up. It feels like a world apart. It is a kind of loneliness and hesitation where things are different and people are different.
Subconsciously, Ye Chen moved his steps, stopped when he was three feet away from Di Fan, and bowed respectfully, "I've seen you, senior."
Hearing this, Di Fan stopped and turned around slightly. His old eyes were cloudy and filled with the vicissitudes of time. His smile was gentle, just like an ordinary grandfather, without the slightest murderous spirit. .
After all, Di Fan said nothing and slowly turned around, holding the broom in his hand and continuing to sweep the falling leaves.
Seeing this, Ye Chen wanted to leave, but as soon as he lifted his steps, his heart suddenly trembled.
Suddenly, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards one side.
There was darkness there, but there were heavy footsteps. To an outsider, the footsteps sounded nothing surprising, but to the ears of an expert, the footsteps sounded like a rumble.
Involuntarily, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared there.
He couldn't see the way ahead clearly, but he knew how powerful the person who was about to come out of the darkness was. Every step he took stepped on the Tao Yun of heaven and earth. His aura was so strong that he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.
Finally, he saw the person coming. He had a tall and tall figure, black hair shawl, and eyes as vast as the stars, making it impossible to see the end at a glance.
Ghost King!