Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Ye Chen watched the battle on the side of the battlefield for a while, he didn't deliberately hide, because these delirious monks would only look for nearby targets to attack, and would not pay attention to him who was far away.

After fighting for a long time, several people had exhausted their strength, but they took the initiative to attack others with their backs. In the end, they bumped into other people's powerful martial arts and died on the spot.

These people seemed to feel no pain, and they did not hesitate to use all their strength. As long as they could stand up, they would not stop fighting.

Some people had their hands broken and were repelled by the chaotic martial arts, but they still rushed into the chaotic battlefield like moths to the flame.

The scene was full of blood, and the scene was a bit horrible.

Ye Chen also shook his head slightly. To end his life in such a way is not worth it for a monk.

He took two steps forward slowly, stood aside and watched quietly, not intending to save anyone.

Observing the strange fragrance of flowers here, just ten steps away, he felt dizzy before his eyes, and his mind was slightly blurred, as if he had fallen into an invisible quagmire.

Ye Chen was startled, and pulled himself out of the confusion with his powerful soul power, while taking a few steps back.

It is this weird fragrance, there is no danger in the distance, but it will be attracted by the fragrance of flowers.

But when it got closer, the aroma became more intense, and with a hint of pungent smell, it was enough to make people lose their minds.

"So it turns out, this strange flower is really a magical thing."

Another ten breaths later, the dozen or so people had been killed and there was nothing left, only the last seriously injured person was left, his footsteps were weak and his body could not stand still.

The people nearby were all dead, so he took Ye Chen as his next target, but just after taking two steps, he stepped on the air and fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The blood on the ground gradually dried up, and after a few breaths, there was no trace of blood left.

The dozens of corpses lying nearby were entangled by flower vines protruding from the ground, and the vines pierced the skin of the dead, continuously absorbing blood and essence.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen took another breath.

This is really an evil flower.

After devouring the essence of these monks, this strange flower became more ruddy, coquettish and charming.

And those devoured monks have turned into corpses, shriveled and tarnished, as if they have been dead for a long time.

After another ten breaths, several fruits grew on the flower stems.

Yes, even on the stalk, the flower does not seem to bear fruit or wither.

Ye Chen held his breath and walked forward slowly.

Although I don't know the function of these fruits, but absorbing the essence of many monks' life, the condensed fruits are definitely not ordinary.

Putting most of the fruits into the storage bag, he took a fruit and looked at it in his eyes. The fruit was blood red, the size of a fist, and looked a bit like a heart. There were a few blue lines on it, like blood vessels .

After carefully looking at it for a while, Ye Chen didn't find anything unusual.

But at this moment, several monks smelled the fragrance of flowers and came looking for them.

"Did you kill these people?"

A monk pointed to Ye Chen and asked.

Ye Chen shook his head.

But soon, someone noticed the fruit in his hand, which was glowing red all over, resembling the shape of a heart.

"Not only did you kill people, you also dug out people's hearts!"

Seeing this, Ye Chen quickly explained: "This is not a human heart, it is a kind of fruit, please don't misunderstand."

Everyone looked carefully, and it really wasn't a human heart.

But they soon discovered the problem.

Looking at the shriveled corpse on the side, and looking at the fruit shaped like a heart in Ye Chen's hand, it's hard not to connect the two.

One person asked, "It was you who killed them, and then extracted their blood into fruits!"

When everyone heard this sentence, they nodded. This explanation is relatively reasonable.

"You are an evil cultivator!"

Ye Chen was ashamed for a while, and he quickly explained: "Don't talk nonsense, it is obviously the fault of this strange flower, if you don't believe me, you can go over and try it yourself, but you may die."

"Shut up! You dare to quibble after killing someone, in my opinion you are an evil cultivator!"

Several people kept condemning, but no one took action.

Then, more than a dozen monks came from afar.

These people were obviously also attracted by the fragrance of the flowers and wanted to come and find out.

Seeing that someone was arguing here, everyone came up to ask about the situation.

"What's going on? Why did so many people die over there?"

"It's just in time. I'm about to tell you that this person is an evil cultivator. He killed our comrades and refined them into spiritual fruits."

The people who came later didn't fully believe the words, but their eyes lit up when they saw the dazzling red fruit in Ye Chen's hand.

Although this thing has never been seen before, but from the outside, it has a bewitching red color and a unique aura. It is not ordinary at first glance.

One of the monks in the later period of King Wu said: "Okay, you villain, how dare you use sorcery to kill my comrades, you are so vicious, we will spare you today!"

He pointed at Ye Chen's nose, filled with righteous indignation, but he didn't make a quick move.

"Everyone, today we will do justice for the heavens and get rid of this person!"

The crowd slowly pressed forward, gradually forming an encirclement trend.

Seeing this, Ye Chen didn't even intend to explain.

Because the facts are already obvious, these people do not want to avenge their comrades, but covet the fruits in their hands.

There is nothing to say about this, just fight.

"There is no reason to hand over what I get. If I want it, I will exchange it with my life!"

Some people didn't understand what this sentence meant, but Ye Chen had already made a move.

He raised his palm, and a palm print with a length of more than ten feet fell down. It was so powerful that it seemed that the earth was shaking.

Everyone panicked and retreated quickly, not wanting to put themselves in danger, and intentionally avoided this powerful and heavy palm.

However, there was a person who was still standing there in a daze. He opened his mouth wide, with a look of horror on his face, but he didn't move a muscle.

He was the first one to condemn him just now, and he was the one who yelled the most fiercely. Ye Chen's first target was naturally him.

It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but that he couldn't dodge, and was locked in place by the surrounding space, almost unable to move.

Seeing that huge force falling from the top of his head, Ye Chen pressed down with his palm, instantly crushing this person into a pulp.

"hiss"

Everyone took a deep breath.

At the same time, all kinds of weird expressions were brilliant, and everyone was shocked.

The power of this palm is really shocking, this kind of power, if it were any one of them, they would also be unable to parry, and would only be instantly killed by this move.