Chapter 1172

Half an hour later, the palace of Darrow.

Ye Chen and Xiao Hei are sitting at the top of the table. In front of them, there are all kinds of delicacies, as well as the dancing step of the long sleeved singer.

Pei Qinglan, the son of emperor Luo, sat on the Dragon chair and led a group of ministers to toast Ye Chen.

Although Ye Chen is not interested, he still smiles at the former's fiery face and responds.

It seems that he was aware of his idea. Xiaohei put down his glass and said lightly, "Your Majesty, today we two are here. We need to ask for one thing."

The emperor immediately understood, clapped his hands, and the singer in front of them immediately returned the money.

The former looked at Ye Chen with awe: "I don't know what the Lord of ye needs to do with Xiao Wang."

Ye Chen smiles lightly: "Ye Mou wants to borrow his Majesty's wormhole to go to the sea area of Tianfeng, don't you know?"

Da Luo Tianzi is slightly stunned. Obviously he didn't expect Ye Chen's request to be so simple. Then he frowns.

"Of course, but Lord Ye doesn't know. There are some complicated situations in the Tianfeng sea area, but there are places we need to use."

His flattery is self-evident, not to mention that ye Chen helped him a lot before. Ye Chen is a real emperor.

No emperor would give up the chance to make friends with a powerful emperor.

As soon as ye Chen wanted to decline, he listened to the little Underworld: "if your majesty really has this idea, you may as well lend some people to us."

Ye Chen couldn't help looking at him.

Xiaohei whispered, "master, since the emperor's children are willing to help, they can just borrow some thugs from him, which is also to solve some trivial matters for us."

"I don't know who to borrow?" Darrow said in a daze.

Xiaohei's eyes flashed a sly color: "you can borrow half of the power of Dawu holy mountain!"

The so-called wusheng mountain is the residence specially built for all wusheng in the territory of daruo by the emperor of daruo. It is also known as the first mountain of daruo.

On wusheng mountain, there are more than 30 wusheng in total, and half of them are more than 10.

The face of emperor Luo is hard to look at. He seems to be hesitating, but he quickly says: "yes, as long as he can help the emperor, the little king will help him."

After saying that, he glanced at Wu Gaomin, the old man in purple, who had fallen below, and said, "Wu, let's count the number of people and go with Lord Ye."

"Here."

Wu Gaomin stood up and answered.

……

This is a vast grassland, the atmosphere is very quiet, it can be seen that several lone wolves in the exposed shoal bow to drink.

"Hum..."

However, this tranquility was broken in the next moment. The wolf who had bowed his head and drank water fled in an instant, as if he had met some terrorist event.

In the blue void, it is twisted at this moment. When this kind of distortion reaches the extreme, there seems to be a pair of invisible big hands tearing a hole in the void.

With the emergence of a huge gap, even if there is a tremendous evil spirit, it swept out of the gap.

In the powerful evil spirit, I saw a thin figure slowly emerge from the void crack.

When his eyes fell on the scene at his feet, there was too much in his eyes: "Tianfeng sea area, Ye is back again."

Behind him, there are many figures led by Xiao Hei, and then there is a great army made of evil spirit, which is as strong as ink splashing pen in the air.

"Master, is this Tianfeng sea area?" A little black with black armor raised his eyes and looked at heaven and earth.

Wu Gaomin sighed: "Wu once came to Tianfeng sea area, but it was a long time ago, and the original memory has become very weak..."

There are 17 figures standing behind him. The escaping breath makes the void tremble.

However, it is the seventeen martial saints of the royal dynasty of Darrow. Even if ye Chen doesn't do this, it is enough to sweep the whole Tianfeng sea area.

Xiaohei looks at yechen in bewilderment: "master, where are we going next?"

"Naturally, go to muwangbao first!"

Ye Chen step out, with the memory of the direction to the southeast, Xiao hei and others quickly follow.

A group of people swept thousands of miles along the way, and all they saw were devastated or fighting people. Obviously, in the January when ye Chen disappeared, the sea area of Tianfeng also experienced great turbulence.

"Someone is coming this way."

Ye Chen suddenly looks forward, then stops, and his divine sense covers him.

In his reaction, only ten miles away, there is a group of people coming to this side in panic, and behind them are a large team of people and horses chasing after them.

There is even a familiar voice of Ye Chen, an old man in a hemp suit, with an extremely bent body.

It's the missing nine Yang sword head.

"People in Kunwu holy land, if you can't run away, those who know each other will be obediently bound. Maybe I can spare you from death if I leave the emperor!"

In front of the hunted men and horses were two martial saints, one of whom was dressed in black and had a sinister face.

"I would rather die than surrender to Kunwu Holy Land!"

Jiuyang sword's head and mouth were bloodstained. Although he was very embarrassed, he still held a long sword in his hand and fought and retreated.

"Dying!"

The old man in black had a cold look, and then he joined hands with a martial Saint beside him to kill him: "Jiuyang old man, I will send you down to see the imperial master of the imperial palace!"

"Boom..."

Under the joint efforts of the two great two turn wusheng, the Nine Yang sword head that was injured originally was injured and injured even more. The right arm was thrown away and the blood was spilled in the sky.

"Head of sword!"

Many disciples of Kunwu Holy Land in the rear can't help but split their eyes and grieve.

The breath of Jiuyang sword head soared, and it chose to burn vitality: "go, go, keep the last trace of blood for Kunwu Holy Land..."

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from the void: "Nine Yang sword head, don't be hurt! "

next moment!

I saw a young man with thin body and long hair in the void. He looked at him calmly.

"Yes It's you! "

Nine Yang Sword is a Zheng at first. When you can see ye Chen's face clearly, there is an unbelievable color in his eyes.

"Sir..."

The faces of the two martial saints changed a little. They looked at Ye Chen with fear: "this is my departure from the emperor. I hope not..."

Before they finished speaking, they stopped abruptly. After ye Chen's death, there were more than ten figures again. Each of them was stronger than them!

At that moment, there was a strong color of horror in the eyes of the two old men in black robes, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably!

Nearly 20 martial saints!!!

Where did this come from?

Not only them, but also the eyes of Jiuyang sword head and others.

Ye Chen takes a deep look at the two old men in black robes and the people wearing Dali clothes behind them. His eyes are cold: "Dali people in the imperial dynasty? "