With the young man's words finished, the three joss sticks in his hand suddenly burned rapidly, and became shorter at the speed visible to the naked eye.

And that little smoke into a dragon shaped gas is as fierce as the eyes of a wooden statue, and then it disappears completely in a blink of an eye.

"Crack..."

At that moment, the wooden statue was shocked violently, and then the eyes of the dead suddenly opened, just like two golden suns, which could not be ignored.

At the same time, an old voice came out slowly from the mouth of the statue: "can't you hide after all..."

This voice is very long and long, it seems to cross time and space and long river, let people feel respect from the heart.

"Poo Tong!"

The young man fell on his knees and looked very dignified: "my grandfather, with ye nankuang's ability, sooner or later we can find out that we did what we did. At this time, if we don't start first, I'm afraid..."

"The eight Xuanyuan ethnic groups have protected China for countless years..."

The mouth of the statue opened and closed up and down, and the voice was majestic: "all we have done is for the sake of China, but the world is stupid, that's all."

The next moment, I saw a golden glow falling on the desk in front of the youth. It was a pair of golden bells, but the size of palm was very old.

"This is the heart beating bell..."

Not waiting for the young man to respond, he immediately remembered the old voice in his mind: "you can control the man with this treasure and the pithy formula. If you have her, ye nankuang will surely die even in the period of deficiency."

"Thank you very much, grandmaster!" The young man was overjoyed at hearing the words.

As far as he knew, the female corpse was extremely strange and difficult to deal with, even though it took a great price to subdue the ancestor.

With her hand, she can push everything.

At the same time, the old voice once again said, "ye nankuang is the pride of China after all. You can't do anything absolutely. First, ask him if he would like to serve my ancient family, if he doesn't want to..."

"Then cut the grass and root!"

……

In the direction of the western border of China, several figures rushed in the void without concealing the terrible pressure, which made many big demons in the forest tremble and hide together.

"Uncle Ye, another five hundred miles will reach the West."

Yang Hao stands on the broad flying sword, his clothes are rustled by the strong wind, and he introduces to the leading Ye Chen.

Ye Chen broke through the clouds and went across, but did not return. "Who is this Ninglang heaven?"

On the day of his wedding, the leader of the western region sent people to congratulate him. All he knew was that the leader of the western region seemed to be the son-in-law of zizhe'er, the eldest daughter of zigaishan in Kunlun ruins.

As for the rest, he didn't know.

Luo Tianya said with a smile: "this man is a character, rising in the end of his life. His family background is ordinary. Later, he entered the cultivation because of the cultivation method promoted by brother Ye. From then on, he showed a terrible talent. With the help of the elder generation of Ziqin, he entered the later stage of Jindan in just a few years..."

Luo Tianya, who broke the shackles, is now no longer decadent. Instead, he is a middle-aged beautiful man who is full of energy and spirit.

"Not bad."

Song Qiye nodded: "Ninglang day was also miss ziyi'er who met at the time of Kunlun market cultivation. Later, the two came together. After 17 years, Ninglang day entered the late Yuan Dynasty."

"From the ordinary people to the first child in 17 years?"

There was a flash of surprise on Ye Chen's face: "so, this man is really a character. I'm afraid he's got a big chance. I want to see him more and more."

Half an hour later, a sword light fell on the land in the West. At that moment, there were several strong breath figures sweeping around.

"Who dares to break into my western territory

In an instant, the four monks in the early days of the yuan baby were very gloomy, urging Zhen Yuan to rush out.

"Stop!"

At that time, a magnetic voice surged from afar, and then two figures were seen from far and near.

He is a man and a woman. He is wearing a black coat and has ordinary features, which is not noticeable when he is thrown into the crowd. However, his brow is extremely firm and mature, which adds a lot of charm.

Next to her is a woman in a long dress. She is about 30 years old. Her body and temperament are excellent choices.

Seeing the visitors, the four strong people in the early stage of the yuan baby immediately solemnly hugged the former and saluted: "Miss, uncle!"

"Back off!"

The man in the coat slowly opened his mouth, and then fixed his eyes on Ye Chen.

His body was stiff at first, then he quickly stepped forward and bowed to Ye Chen: "younger generation Ninglang day has seen Mr. Ye!!!"

Ye Chen looked at him quietly: "are you Ninglang heaven, the leader of the western territory?"

"Not bad!"

Ninglang Tian nodded abruptly, then looked at him with great respect: "when Mr. Ye was crossing the earth, Lang Tian was just a common man struggling for food and clothing, and the cultivation method promoted by Mr. Ye completed me.""Uncle Ye, I told you so long ago."

Yang Hao couldn't help but frown at Ye Chen and say, "Lao Ning can be half of your disciples, in fact."

At this time, the woman beside Ning Lang Tian suddenly smiled at Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, do you still remember me?"

"Miss purple, don't worry."

Ye Chen looked at her and smiled: "seventeen years are gone, but the years have not left many traces on your face."

"Mr. Ye is younger and more arrogant than he was seventeen years ago!"

Ziyi'er covers his mouth and smiles, then takes a look at Ninglang Tian and introduces: "Mr. Ye, this is Ninglang Tian, her husband's son-in-law."

As Yang Hao said, Lang Tian can hardly be regarded as half of your disciple

Hearing this, ye Chen was suddenly in a state of bewilderment. As he was about to open his mouth, his eyes suddenly sank, and then he suddenly looked into the void.

He surprised others with his sudden seriousness, and then looked at the past subconsciously.

"Uncle Ye, what's the matter?" Yang Hao's face is a little heavy.

As if ye Chen didn't hear it, he still looked into the void, and his eyes were beating with fire: "now that you're here, come out, why hide and hide? Do you want ye to pull you out?"

As soon as he finished his words, a voice mixed with accidents came out in the void: "ha ha, it's ye nankuang."

"Hum..."

As the void trembled, I saw a young man with long hair and black clothes falling down slowly. His facial features were the same. The only striking thing was the mark on his eyebrow, which was like a sign on the crescent moon.

However, the cultivation of young people is not high, which is what they looked like in the early days of deification.

With the appearance of this man, Ninglang Tian took the lead in stepping out, fixed his eyes on him, and asked qualitatively, "who are you? This is an important military area. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission. "