Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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The night sky is deep, and broken stars are like dust.

A figure carrying a sack sneaked into the rolling hills, sneaking like a thief.

This person, needless to say, is Ye Chen's bitch.

Coming out of Yan Luoshan, the cricket ran wild for more than 800 miles, and then fell into the body of this mountain with few people and birds not shit, and stopped 300 feet into the ground.

"Wise me, I did a big vote again." Putting down his sack, Ye Chen smiled a little treacherous.

With that said, he dumped out all the treasures in the sack, and all of them were piled up into mountains. There were all kinds of spirit grass, spirit tools, and elixir, each of them overflowing with the light of the gods, shining the dazzling underground light.

Then, the sound of jingle rang from the ground.

The goods rushed around in front of the cherished baby, and all the spirit grass and dandelion were taken away, leaving only piles of spiritual artifacts.

The next moment, he summoned the Chaos God Ding and suspended it above the spirit.

broken!

With Ye Chen's frivolous sound, the Chaos God Tripod suddenly shuddered, and the chaotic air flow overflowed, and the Panjia Tianzi imprinted on it began to operate, and the intertwined sky sounds were still faintly heard.

And as the Chaos God trembled, the following artifacts were crushed and crushed at the same time.

Next, among the broken spirit artifacts, light filaments continued to fly out, with different colors, intertwined and intertwined with each other, dragged by the chaos **** tripod, and constantly branded in the tripod.

These light filaments are the essence of the spirit of the warrior. Ye Chen used them to refine the chaos.

For a long time, the spirits of many spirit artifacts were absorbed by Chaos.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Under the ground, the buzzing of Chaos God Ding continued.

At this moment, it is so extraordinary, huge and heavy, simple and natural, without bright colors and bright lights. The so-called dainty and non-working, which describes the form at the moment, is as high as a return to life. People, looking ordinary, are terrifying and overbearing.

After doing this, Ye Chen sat directly under the chaos of God.

The chaos **** trembled lightly, and the power of many blood vessels sealed in it poured out, one after another, colorful, like a colorful waterfall.

The power of the special blood veins contains vast essences. As gifts from the heavens, they will not be ordinary blood. Among them is the integration of the doctrine and the power of the heavens and earth, which is supreme.

Ye Chen was under the chaos of the Chaos, and his coat had cracked, exposing bronze-colored skin, and all the large pores in the body seemed to be breathing, swallowing the essence of blood veins, and vomiting blood dross.

He sits like an old monk meditating, leaving many blood vessels to cleanse his body, and the blood channels merge into his chaos.

This is a wonderful picture. The dimly-colored ground is sprouting, the clouds are steaming, the clouds are wavy, and the plumes of blood are flowing. It seems to be the soul, but they are all inhaled by Ye Chen.

The power of blood veins into the body, such as the vast rivers and seas, surged in Ye Chen's body, blended with the blood of his holy body, nourished his limbs and bones, and refined his eight classic veins.

I do not know when, his white hair without wind swaying, under the training of the power of blood, a ray of return to the original black, like a waterfall flowing, each gleam shining bright golden.

Suddenly, the ground trembled, showing a mysterious picture, adding a touch of beauty to this inaccessible mountain, so that the dark night is not so boring.

Everything is proceeding methodically.

............

Yan Luoshan, in front of the ruins.

The dark figures stood, but all their heads were lowered, and the atmosphere did not dare to say a word. What's more, the body was still shaking.

Among the ruins, the blood esteemed stood like a monument and never collapsed. Under the night, his vast eyes were like a starry sky, and quickly gathered into a bit of cold and terrible coldness.

Who is it?

After all, Blood Zun opened his mouth. In a word, the earth formed ice at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and even the flying air froze into ice.

..........

Under the mountains, Ye Chen slowly opened her eyes as a cloud of spit air was exhaled for a long time.

Suddenly, two puppet-like sublime goddesses shot out of his eyes, piercing two large caves in the bottom rock wall. They were the outer aspect of the Tao, but they were presented in the form of divine menstruation.

Soon, his whole body was condensed into the body, and those vast eyes like the starry sky returned to normal and became ancient.

Really good fortune!

Ye Chen twisted his neck fiercely, and the source of the Eucharist in which the power of many blood vessels merged gave him a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze, and he had an unprecedented affinity for the world.

Leave!

Ye Chen was in a good mood, Ye Chen turned over and jumped up, like a ray of light burst out of the ground and went straight to one side.

I do not know when he stopped in front of a vast ancient city.

From a distance, the ancient city is like a giant mountain with a magnificent atmosphere. Standing on this land is like a symbol.

This ancient city is the ancient city of burial.

A long time ago, this ancient city was a little-known ancient town, and it was not called the ancient city of burial.

According to legend, before the emperor was appointed emperor, the emperor had been here to ignite the world and attracted all the famous people. After many years, the ancient town continued to grow, which has evolved into an ancient city, and the ancient city was born from this.

As for why Ye Chen came here, it was naturally to investigate the death of the body.

Yiqing Sanqing Dao was buried in the ancient city on this day before his last conversation with him. Since then, he has died, and so far Ye Chen has not been able to become a Dao.

Previously, because of the Haotian family's affairs, he had no time to come and take a look today. He vowed to clear away the clouds and fog and solve many doubts in his heart.

Thinking to himself, he has stepped into the ancient city of burial.

In the eyes, what he saw was a huge human statue with a height of about one hundred feet. He was majestic and his back was like a mountain. Although it was a stone statue, it was lifelike, like a real person.

Heavenly Burial Emperor!

Ye Chen murmured, even though it was a stone statue, but he still had a lot of awe in his heart.

It was once an emperor who unified this land and suppressed the ghost clan by means of heaven. His legends are all myths.

Looking at it, Ye Chen's eyes were a little embarrassed, and there was a trace of sadness in his heart inexplicably. Once the emperor, the ancient times and the ancient times, even though his legends are myths, after all, they turned into a pile of loess.

As Taixu Gulong said, this is a ridiculous and desolate journey to the sky. No one is the real winner.

"Heard it! In order to explain to the great families of Beichu, the Bloodlust Palace cut off more than a dozen cabinet owners."

After all, Ye Chen's thoughts were interrupted by the words coming from the restaurant.

Since the stone statue slowly retracted his eyes, Ye Chen lifted his feet and walked away.

As for the chaos in Beichu, he wanted this effect. There was no way. In order to give Nanchu time to build the city walls, he needed to use conspiracy and deception.

Facts have proved that his method is still very successful. At least, there is a gap between the Bloodlust Palace and the major families of Beichu. It is basically impossible to unite in a short time.

Next, Ye Chen continued to appear in any corner of the ancient city of burial, looking for clues that any Tao might leave.

Of course, to his disappointment, he didn't find the slightest clue. The only thing he can be sure of is that the Tao has been here. As for the later things, he has no clue.

The night gradually deepened.

The prosperous ancient city of burial began to fall into silence. Only three or two drunken drunks were shaking and walking on the quiet street, and sometimes they roared two voices, as if venting the sullen air in their hearts.

Here, Ye Chen has given up hope, holding the jug, and walking on the quiet street bored.

I don't know when he just stopped slowly.

In the distance, he saw an elderly man under the stone statue of the burial emperor. He was holding a broom in his hand. At this moment, he was sweeping the leaves falling under the stone statue. Although his movement was unpleasant, he was very patient.

Ye Fan?

Ye Chen murmured. Although he had never seen the face of the old man, he recognized who it was from the blood.

Although Xian Fan is old, he has a vast power hidden in his body. This is the blood of the descendants of the emperor and cannot be concealed. Ordinary monks may not recognize it, but he can see it at a glance.

Despite some surprises, Ye Chen was not too shocked.

Xi Fan, the ancestral emperor's family, was sealed tens of thousands of years ago, but even though it is a vicissitudes of life, he is still a celestial emperor's child. It is reasonable to scan the grave for the celestial emperor.

However, Ye Chen can understand the mental state of Xun Fan, and the seal is like a dream. Waking up has been tens of thousands of years. If the feeling of another generation, it is a kind of loneliness and unrighteousness.

Subconsciously, Ye Chen shifted his footsteps, stopped when he was three feet away from Xun Fan, and saluted respectfully, "I've seen my seniors."

On hearing that, Yan Fan stopped, turned slightly, his old eyes were cloudy and filled with the vicissitudes of years. His smile was mild, just like a normal old grandfather, without any sense of killing. .

After all, Wu Fan didn't say a word, slowly turned around, holding a broom in his hand, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves.

Seeing this, Ye Chen wanted to leave, but just as his footsteps were raised, his heart trembled suddenly.

Suddenly, he bowed his head sharply and looked at one side.

There, it was dark, but there were heavy footsteps. To outsiders, the footsteps were not surprising, but in the ears of the masters, the footsteps were booming.

Could not help, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at it there.

He couldn't see the way forward, but he knew how powerful the person who was about to come out of the darkness was, and every step was stepping on the Tao of heaven and earth.

After all, he saw the man, with a tall figure, a black shawl, and eyes as vast as a starry sky.

Ghost King!