The people around spoke fiercely for a long time, seeing that Ye Junchi always seemed to have nothing to do with him, his voice gradually weakened, and he looked at Zhao Buchen subconsciously.
Zhao Buchen finally spoke, he seemed to have been suppressing his anger so that he would not lose his temper, his face twitched and his voice hoarse: "The devil! What kind of hatred does my son have with you, you killed me? Son, you even come to desecrate his long resting place, you are not afraid of retribution!"
The sharp-eyed saw the empty coffin, and could not help but take a deep breath: "Zhao... Patriarch Zhao, Ling Lang's body doesn't seem to be inside."
Zhao Buchen was stunned for a moment. He only glanced at the tomb that had been dug up, and was almost mad. He didn't dare to take a closer look at what was inside. When he heard this, he dared to look at the coffin of his youngest son, seeing that it was empty. It was empty, and the eyes suddenly darkened, and the calmness that was barely maintained in front of the righteous brother was suddenly shattered.
With red eyes, he drew his sword and rushed out, with a grim expression: "Ye Junchi!"
The cultivation base of the head of the clan is natural, and the cold sword stabbed in front of him in an instant, and a faint blue light appeared on the sword. I heard that the Zhao family was used to poisoning their swords, and their ancestors passed down a precept that they should not draw their swords easily.
In recent years, the Zhao family has acted arrogantly, drawing swords more often, and more people died. Most of them dare not speak out, and can only swallow that breath. Anyone who wants to take revenge can't resist this behemoth sitting on Chengyang Mountain.
The poison on Zhao Buchen's sword was the strongest, and it was a big deal if he touched a bit of oily skin.
Ye Junchi pressed Ji Yuan's head into his arms, flipped back in the air, and kicked Guichi out with his toes. The black quaint long sword slammed into it silently, collided with the sword in Zhao Buchen's hand, and exploded with a crisp "ding". Zhao Buchen only insisted on three breaths before being shot down by Guichi.
Someone gasped.
Zhao Buchen's cultivation is extremely high, which is obvious to all. However, even Zhao Buchen couldn't last a few rounds under Ye Junchi.
With more than 200 people present, who can stop him from killing him
Yun Wuxiu shot and caught Zhao Buchen, frowned and asked him a few times worriedly, looked up at Ye Junchi with a cold look, and his voice was slow: "The demon world and the human world have not fought for hundreds of years. The slaughter of Ming Xuguan was the first, and this time he killed the young master of the Zhao family. He even entered the ancestral tomb of the Zhao family to dig up the grave of the young master of the Zhao family, and took his body away. If you put your nose on your face like this, do you really think I am a human race? No talent, dare to fight?"
Ye Junchi didn't respond to Yun Wuxiu, his toes pointed to the void, with a three-point smile on his face, I don't know if it was sarcasm or what, he recalled Gui Chi, playing with the hilt of the sword with one hand, and looked lazily at Sifang, wherever you look, people involuntarily take a step back.
Although Ji Yuan was pressed against Ye Junchi's chest, there was a system for him to broadcast it live. Seeing this scene, he sighed sincerely, "I have seen what the legendary big devil looks like."
The system said, "Are you handsome?"
Ji Yuan thought for a while: "I'm not as handsome as me."
System: "..." You are beautiful.
After a long while, Ye Junchi took his eyes back and looked down at the boy who was held in his arms by him, only showing the top of soft black hair. For no reason, he felt that the boy who was obediently lying in his arms was cute, like petting a small pet. Touching his hair, his tone was neither salty nor light: "Ming Xuguan did what, the leader of the alliance should not know. I just say, I didn't kill Zhao Yang, and the body disappeared when we came."
Hearing this, Zhao Buchen laughed in anger: "Is it possible that my son will climb out by himself!"
Ye Junchi raised his eyebrows: "It's so easy to sneak into your residence, how hard is it to steal a corpse?"
Zhao Buchen's eyes looked like he was going to pounce on Ye Junchi to death.
Yun Wuxiu pressed his shoulders, and the corners of his brows and eyes were cold: "What is the explanation of the devil's words?"
"Hmm." Ye Junchi thought about it seriously, "Someone imitated me, killed Zhao Yang, and stole the body. Naturally, they were afraid that I would track them down and reveal their faults."
He said this seriously, but everyone present looked at him with a strange look.
Ji Yuan studied these eyes and interpreted: "They are saying, are you fucking kidding me?"
The system is pleased: "Full score."
Ye Junchi also knew that no one would believe his words, so he raised his eyebrows at will, "Don't believe me? Then I have nothing to say." After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
All those present came to hear the news that Ye Junchi would appear in the Zhao family in advance. There were Taoist priests from Mingxuguan who were destroyed three years ago, and relatives died mysteriously. They heard that the murderer was the head of Ye Junchi's family. Or the leader of a faction, his identity is not low, even if he was intimidated by Ye Junchi just now, he would definitely not be able to watch Ye Junchi swagger away.
Hearing the movement behind him, Ye Jun frowned furiously, took out Luo Xiu Yi Lian's blood-red elixir from his arms, sniffed the blood-scented pill, and landed on Ji with a smile. Yuan's neck: "It doesn't look as good as you, so give me a bite?"
Ji Yuan raised his head expressionlessly, with no emotion in his pale eyes, he stretched out his hand and shoved the medicine directly into Ye Junchi's mouth.
Ye Junchi thought it was Ji Yuan who fed him the medicine, and said thank you with a low smile, then turned around and swept across with a sword. Hit the fairy sword magic weapon attacking from behind. Dozens of people clenched the swords at the same time, and Ye Junchi's sword energy was naturally impossible to block. The sword energy only struggled for a moment, and suddenly burst open.
A mass of black mist filled the air, swallowing those magic treasures silently, and the people below could not sense the connection with the magic treasures, and their expressions all changed.
Ye Junchi held Ji Yuan in one hand and the sword in one hand, avoiding the few people who came from behind. Looking at Ji Yuan in his arms, he wanted to pinch his earlobe, but unfortunately he couldn't: "Are you afraid?"
Ji Yuan looked back at him with cold eyes, without a trace of fear.
The system said: "Don't shake, if I tell you, there is no one who can fight."
"Where did you get that confidence from?"
System: "You man."
"roll."
Ye Junchi kept dodging, and when he made a shot, he just made a random sword, and the black mist filled the air and trapped the opponent's magic weapon.
The monks who thought they needed to fight to the death were stunned. Most of them have never seen Ye Junchi with their own eyes, and the only evil they heard about Ye Junchi was the massacre in Mingxuguan three years ago. What Jun Chi said... There seems to be another secret
For a moment, they were all at a loss: Why is this rumored demon who kills without blinking an eye so merciful
Just when everyone was a little shaken, Ye Junchi dodged away from the three black nails oncoming, and looked at Zhao Buchen, the tip of the sword pointed directly at a tomb below, and said in a light tone: "Zhao Patriarch, your ancestors are buried here. It has been underground for hundreds of years, will you be so bored that you want to come out and get some air?"
Zhao Buchen's expression changed.
Just now, he was secretly glad that Ye Junchi could only move in the air and would not bring disaster to the ground. He didn't expect that Ye Junchi would use these to threaten him in the blink of an eye.
There was a fire in his heart, and he scolded angrily: "Despicable and shameless!"
Yun Wuxiu's face was also ugly. He tried his best to suppress his emotions and said as gently as possible: "Ye Junchi, the accounts of strangers are counted with strangers, why do you need to involve other people's ancestral graves. As long as you hand over my nephew's body today, We'll let you go."
Ye Jun said curiously: "Why, do you think that if you don't let me go, I can't leave?"
Yun Wuxiu was speechless for a while.
Ye Jun stopped smiling and his face became cold: "Or do you want me to repeat what I just said?"
The magic weapon of most of the people present has been trapped by the black gas, and a small number of cautious people are still wandering and dare not make a move. When they meet his eyes, they can't help but feel chills.
This world is like this, as long as the strength is strong enough, no one can match one person and one sword among hundreds of people, and no one dares to disobey.
Ji Yuan's heart was full of excitement, and the system said: "Don't underestimate the group of people below, it's mainly a matter of venue, this is the ancestral grave of the Zhao family, who would dare to use all their strength, and accidentally destroy the ancestors of the family. The bones and slag of my body are split out, can I still walk out of Chengyang Mountain upright?"
Ji Yuan was expressionless: "Who held Ye Junchi so much just now?"
The system is fair and serious, and the mechanical voice has a special cold meaning: "I am an objective AI."
Come on you.
In the end, Ye Junchi left Chengyang Mountain unscathed.
The demon lord came swaggeringly and left swaggeringly. The Zhao family was embarrassed in front of many sects and families, and at the same time harbored infinite resentment. After all, the grave of the youngest son in the family had been dug up.
Ye Junchi and Ji Yuan had only left Chengyang Mountain for less than half an hour, and the Righteous Path Alliance issued a soul-killing order to Ye Junchi and Ji Yuan. Once this order was issued, it meant that the person who was issued the order would be punished by the whole person. The world of self-cultivation is chasing and killing.
Originally, there were many people who wanted to kill Ye Junchi. As soon as the extermination order came out, even many famous monks who had retired came out one after another.
Ji Yuan didn't know about this, and he was happily talking to the system in his heart.
Ye Junchi didn't speak after leaving Chengyang Mountain. When it was getting dark, he found a place to rest before he said, "Let's go south."
Ji Yuan looked at him suspiciously.
Ye Junchi stretched out his hand, loosened his slender and fair fingers, and handed it to Ji Yuan. On the palm of his hand was a dead silkworm.
"This is called the golden silkworm. It was made by a family in Jinhe. It moves extremely fast, is poisonous, and can penetrate into the human body. After its birth, many aristocratic families and sects followed suit, and almost made fake golden silkworms, but genuine ones. There is an inconspicuous black line in the golden silkworm's body." Ye Junchi spoke slowly, with a smile on his face and cold eyes, "Go and find out."
One clue could be counted as one, Ji Yuan blinked, saw the black line in the golden silkworm's body in Ye Junchi's hand, and nodded.
Nodding his head, he remembered to ask, "Which family?"
"Jinhe Jiang family."