C301 bewitching poison!

"What did you say?" Ye Wuchen disappeared? " Looking at the subordinate in front of him, Chen Liuyi did not know what to say. Ye Wuchen was his opponent and he would never lose him, but now he had lost him.

Chen Liuyi really wanted to slap the man in front of him away, but he stopped himself in a very rational manner. He was very clear that the man in front of him was following his father on a journey to the north and that he was his own uncle.

Chen Liuyi took a deep breath and laughed bitterly before looking at the man and continuing: "Third Uncle, continue searching and widen the scope of the search. You must find Ye Wuchen's whereabouts, and poison him after finding him!"

When Chen Liuyi said till here, his face became extremely sinister and sinister, causing the man to be unable to help himself from becoming shocked. He immediately asked: "Poison? What poison is this? "

"bewitching poison!" Chen Liuyi laughed coldly, then took out a blood thumb-sized pellet from his spatial space. The pellet gave off a sweet smell, but just as the powder was thrown onto the ground by Chen Liuyi, the entire red sand was corroded.

The man coldly breathed in from the side. He really didn't expect that Chen Liuyi was actually so ruthless, to actually want to choose the bewitching poison to poison Ye Wuchen to death.

He left Chen Liuyi's sight. Even after killing so many people, he still could not find anyone more vicious than Chen Liuyi. His viciousness had already far surpassed that of his father, the Mintang City's master.

In this way, he had no choice but to worry about the future Mintang City. The City Lord would be Chen Liuyi, and no one could tell what would happen at that time.

Chen Liuyi looked at the man's figure disappearing, his face suddenly revealing a sinister and gloomy smile, he tightly clenched his fists, releasing a clear creaking sound, then looked at the blood red sun and the distant tombs, laughing: "Die Die, Ye Wuchen, let's see where you can run to."

"Up till now, this bewitching poison is the most cruel poison in the Haotian Small World. I believe you would like it, right?" Chen Liuyi muttered to himself and laughed coldly, and then his smile became even more brilliant.

Turning around, his figure also quickly left.

However, not long after he left, Huo Qiaoer's figure appeared before them. Her exquisite figure had curves in every direction, and her 1.75 meters tall height made Huo Qiaoer stand alone, adding her bronze skin, it gave people a kind of exotic beauty. This kind of beauty was not something that the kind of beauty a beautiful woman could compare to.

Huo Qiaoer subconsciously tightened her grip on the Breath Suspending Pearl. If not for this Bead, she would have been discovered by Chen Liuyi, and the most important thing was of course, the protection of the Vermillion Bird's soul.

That's right, she had obtained the inheritance of the Vermillion Bird Soul, the inheritances of one male and one female, making her directly break through into the Holy Spirit Third Level realm. So far, she was considered one of the most outstanding female heaven's pride level experts in the Yuan Wu Empire.

She was very clear that in the entire Yuan Wu Empire, there was no one who was able to contend against Ye Wuchen. Maybe Qin Wuchang, Shen Junran and Lin Liangsu could fight against him, but they were definitely not Ye Wuchen's best opponents, so she did not want to lose. She wanted to be the best amongst all the women, and contend against Ye Wuchen.

She didn't like a man like Ye Wuchen, and he could clearly tell her what he was thinking right now. However, she wouldn't become her enemy with Ye Wuchen either, because there wasn't any hatred between the two. Ye Wuchen had even saved her once, so she could be considered a benefactor.

Just like this, she only wanted to compare notes with Ye Wuchen, but she did not have any malicious intent. It was just that right now, she had no choice but to inform Ye Wuchen that Chen Liuyi was going to poison him.

Ye Wuchen was the treasure of the Yuan Wu Empire, and was also the pride of their future strong warriors. Therefore, they definitely could not cause any harm.

Just like that, Huo Qiaoer quickly stood there, then quickly disappeared, straight into the ancient tombs.

As for the one who instigated this, Ye Wuchen, he was in the process of passing down the Ming Emperor Sacred Blood s' legacy down. Every drop of the white holy blood could give Ye Wuchen the strongest support, allowing him to perfectly fuse the Emperor Sacred Vein with his own.

Maybe the Emperor Sacred Vein in the past was not as important as the Innate Spirit Body, and it was not as noble as the Innate Spirit Body.

But ever since the Hidden spirit vein appeared, it had become more and more perfect, and then came the bloodline of the Emperor of Ming. Ye Wuchen firmly believed that the current Emperor Sacred Vein was not weaker than the Innate Sacred Veins.

Ye Wuchen was very pleased that this kind of change would occur depending on his own unique opportunity. He had never felt that having an opportunity was a form of cheating, rather, it was a manifestation of luck and strength. After all, if one wanted to obtain opportunities, one had to pay even more to do so.

If you just stand still, not daring to take a step forward, not risking your life, then you may pass the victory, not chance.

Ye Wuchen didn't understand any great principles, but he only knew that if he wanted to obtain any opportunities, he had to pay a price. He did what he did as he always did, and even if so many people only saw his own glory, only he himself knew what he had experienced.

On the contrary, he will think that you are purposefully showing off or showing off. The person who thinks like this is destined to achieve nothing in his entire life and can only look at others and point them out after success, but never work hard for his own success.

Time trickled by, in the blink of an eye, another six hours had passed, and just like that, a day had passed. Ye Wuchen had already opened his eyes, and a trace of white light shone from within.

The blood color had become the inviolable symbol of the Emperor Sacred Vein, while the golden light was the light that came from an innate spirit body. When these two kinds of energy were combined, Ye Wuchen's greatest reliance was on it.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Wuchen stood up from the stone tablet. With a proud and upright posture, he stood on top of the stone tablet with the four big words "Ming Emperor stone tablet" on it. Above the stone tablet was Ye Wuchen standing by himself.

Ye Wuchen took a step forward, wanting to walk out from the fog surrounding the stone tablet, but he realised that there was a type of technique that seemed to be different from the others, as if it was affecting the circulation of the air around the stone tablet.

Ye Wuchen stopped and looked at the scene in front of him, and then closed his eyes and started to comprehend, and slowly started to perceive.

10 minutes, 20 minutes, 1 hour

In the end, Ye Wuchen discovered a faintly discernable sort of killing intent. This kind of killing intent was not directed at him, but rather was innate, which meant that around the stone tablet, or in other words within the illusion world, there was this killing intent. As for where the killing intent came from, it was still unknown.

Finally, the Purple Dragon Sword behind him started to vibrate, as if it had felt some kind of secret art. After Ye Wuchen felt the Purple Dragon Sword's trembling, he held the longsword in his hand, and the Purple Dragon Sword's aura immediately rushed out.

A purple sword beam was like a huge purple dragon, soaring high in the sky before landing on the stone tablet. The stone tablet instantly turned into a world, and this purple dragon was the main culprit that had messed up the world.

After Ye Wuchen comprehended the profoundness of the technique, he suddenly waved the sword in his hand, and instantly slashed across the sky. With the release of the sword, his imposing manner seemed to be filled with killing intent.

Under the blade of a sword, the sword was enveloped in white light, and the purple light inside the sword was even enveloped in white light. The energy of the two was complementary, and in an instant, the Ming Emperor stone tablet in front of them was almost sliced apart by the sword light.

But even so, there were still cracks, and the cracks became bigger and bigger. Finally, with a clear cracking sound, a piece of the Ming Emperor stone tablet broke off and this piece of the Ming Emperor stone tablet was the size of a palm.

However, after it broke, he noticed that there was something embedded inside. Ye Wuchen walked over and saw that in the place where it shattered, there was actually a thumb sized bamboo scroll there. The golden bamboo scroll looked very noble.

After Ye Wuchen picked up the bamboo block, he looked at the contents written on it. After a long while, his face was filled with shock and excitement.

Ye Wuchen took a deep breath, he had never thought that one day, he would be able to see such a perfect sword technique, it was even more profound than the Nine Light Purple Dragon Sword technique. Even if he was the master of creating techniques, if he was to create such a technique, he would only be able to sigh in joy.

Perhaps in his previous life, he could create a superior technique and sword technique, but in this life, he was temporarily unable to reach that level.

However, he had never seen or comprehended this sword art before.

All in all, there was only one sentence to it, and that was, if you were a sword, then you were a sword!

Ye Wuchen's understanding was that if you treated yourself as a sword, then the entire world would be yours, because you had already become a sword. A sword was no longer a weapon, but your own body!

This was the true secret that a sword cultivator needed to comprehend. It was not something that could be called a sword cultivator simply by practicing a few sword techniques.

At this moment, Ye Wuchen seemed to have suddenly awakened from his stupor. After awakening, Ye Wuchen felt that his entire body was filled with limitless energy waiting for him to use. There were even more unspeakable things that he wanted to tell the people closest to him.

But at that moment, Ye Wuchen was very clear, whether it was the Ming Emperor Sacred Blood or the Returning to the Origin Sword Technique, he could not reveal them, or else it would create trouble for him.

Although he wasn't afraid of trouble, wouldn't it be better if he didn't have trouble?

The Returning to the Origin Sword Technique was different from the other sword techniques. It did not have any fixed moves, but as long as you could comprehend the essence of the One with the Sword, you would be able to create different moves. This was the terrifying thing about the Returning to the Origin Sword Technique.

Waving his hand, Ye Wuchen saw that Long Xiaotian, who was outside of the white mist, was still attacking the stone tablet.

Seeing that Ye Wuchen had walked out safely, Long Xiaotian withdrew his hand and let out a deep sigh of relief. "It's good that you're fine, Little Tian!"