Ye Xingchen saw that all the Martial Kings who entered the North Pole Gate were killing each other.
This scene reminded Ye Xingchen of a formation. Once he stepped into it, he would lose his mind and kill everyone he saw, regardless of whether it was friend or foe.
Until he kills the last person, he finally draws his sword and kills himself.
This is the power and terror of this formation. Ye Xingchen did not expect that he would face such a scene as soon as he stepped into it.
"Boy, suffer death."
Just when Ye Xingchen was about to walk forward, a middle-aged man blocked Ye Xingchen's path and shouted angrily.
Before Ye Xingchen could come to his senses, a wind-breaking palm strike hit Ye Xingchen's Tianling Gai.
Ye Xingchen's powerful spiritual consciousness was not a simple matter. He moved instantly and stepped on the steps of seven stars to avoid this fatal blow.
"Rockfall Palm, drink!"
The strong Martial King roared angrily and directly used his martial arts to attack Ye Xingchen again.
Ye Xingchen glanced at King Wu, and when he saw that King Wu's eyes were red, he knew that he had lost his mind.
For such a person who has lost his mind, Ye Xingchen has no need to show mercy.
In Yunwu Continent, being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself. This is an eternal saying.
"The ultimate kill, afterimage palm!" Ye Xingchen instantly condensed his spiritual power and released his latest martial arts palm technique.
This set of palm techniques is a sure-kill technique. Once it hits the opponent, it can instantly shatter the meridians of warriors of the same level and kill them.
The strength of the Martial King is around the fourth level, but Ye Xingchen is not an ordinary Martial King. It is more than enough to kill a warrior of the fourth level of the Martial King.
After Ye Xingchen's palm skills collided with that of King Wu, waves of wind reverberated, and Ye Xingchen steadily gained the upper hand.
"Death!" Shen shouted, and at some point, Ye Xingchen had a Longquan Sword in his hand, and stabbed the Martial King in the heart.
Under the destruction of Ye Xingchen's violent spiritual power, the two sides fought for less than five minutes before the winner was decided.
Ye Xingchen violently killed a strong man at the fourth level of the Martial King, then moved quickly and left the place of right and wrong.
As for Ye Xingchen, who is proficient in formations, facing the scene in front of him, he was not like others. When he was panicking, he only knew how to run for his life.
Ye Xingchen had long expected that these thirty or so Martial Kings would risk their lives if they stepped here.
After Ye Xingchen concealed himself and broke through the psychedelic formation alone, he stepped to the top of a cliff.
"I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains. Hahahaha, hello, I am destined."
An ancient voice echoed around, Ye Xingchen squinted his eyes and stood quietly, not moving.
"Boy, don't you want to go into the cave in front of you to hunt for treasure? There may be heaven-level martial arts and real spiritual weapons there."
The ancient voice seemed to have a fatal temptation, constantly tempting Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen blinked his eyes, then closed his eyes and walked forward towards the empty place on the cliff.
A strange thing happened. Ye Xingchen stepped into the air but did not fall. Instead, he was caught by colorful clouds.
"Hahaha, what a good boy, it's rare for a young boy to have such determination."
The ancient voice, filled with shock and confusion, reached Ye Xingchen's ears again.
Ye Xingchen still ignored the ancient figure and moved forward step by step towards the void.
In the eyes of others, Ye Xingchen may be crazy, but Ye Xingchen knows very well that he is discerning the direction.
The reason is simple, because now he has entered an eighth-level illusory formation, and everything in front of him is nothingness.
Once Ye Xingchen is misled by the formation because of greed, his final fate will be death.
"This is it, get out!"
Ye Xingchen stepped forward and appeared in the sky, and instantly slapped a colorful cloud with his palm.
As Ye Xingchen struck with his palm, the place he was in instantly turned into a cave.
"Boy, you are qualified to get what I left behind." An ancient voice passed into Ye Xingchen's ears.
Ye Xingchen remained calm and composed. He knew that those who could exist inside the North Pole Gate were all people with great supernatural powers.
Even Ye Xingchen, who had once reached the God King, did not dare to underestimate the great magical power in the North Pole Gate.
Because those sleeping inside are all the overlords who once dominated the world.
Ye Xingchen opened his eyes and saw bones everywhere in front of him. With bones stepping on his feet, Ye Xingchen moved forward step by step.
An ordinary young man would have been frightened out of his wits by this scene.
Even some powerful Martial Kings with notorious reputations would feel a shudder in their hearts while walking on mountains of bones.
Ye Xingchen walked forward on bones and came to a large dark stone door.
"The real owner should be inside." Ye Xingchen murmured.
"Hahaha, countless people have come here, but they can't open this door. It depends on what you are capable of." The ancient voice came into Ye Xingchen's ears again.
Ye Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and before he could react, a golden light appeared on his forehead.
With the appearance of golden light, the Nine Hell Soul Suppression Tower appeared in front of Ye Xingchen's eyes, instantly transformed into a giant tower, and violently hit the stone door.
This sudden scene completely stunned Ye Xingchen. He had no idea that the Nine Prisons Soul Suppressing Tower was interested in the things inside this stone gate.
"Is this an artifact?!" The ancient voice seemed to lose its original calmness and was replaced by a deep fear.
Yes, as strong as the ancient voice, everyone is infinitely afraid of the Nine Hells Soul Tower.
At this moment, Ye Xingchen was very confused about the origin of the Nine Hells Soul-Suppressing Tower and how it could be so powerful.
In the Nine Realms, there is naturally talk of artifacts, but even Ye Xingchen, who was already extremely powerful at the time, had never obtained an artifact.
Unexpectedly, the treasure that caused his downfall was actually an artifact with divine consciousness.
Under the violent impact of the Nine Hells Soul Suppression Tower, the rock-solid stone door shattered instantly. Then, the Nine Hells Soul Suppression Tower did not return to Ye Xingchen's mind.
Instead, it hovered over Ye Xingchen's ears, as if protecting Ye Xingchen.
When Ye Xingchen stepped into the stone door, an extremely strong aura of death filled the air, making Ye Xingchen feel a little nauseous.
"This is?!" Ye Xingchen looked at the scene in front of him and was completely dumbfounded.
I saw that the stone chamber in front of me was full of white bones. There was a white bone sitting directly in front of me. The white bone was holding a long sword tightly in its hand.
Although the sword looked rusty, Ye Xingchen knew very well that the sword was definitely extraordinary.
"Boy, since you can come here, everything must be God's will. You can take the demon-suppressing sword." The ancient voice said helplessly and unwillingly.