After Chu ling'er left, ye Chen sat on the ground like a hollow buttock.
OK! The twin sisters came one by one in the middle of the night, and almost gave him urine several times.
"She decided not to kill me?" Holding the wine pot, ye Chen poured a glass of wine and murmured in a low voice.
"It should be the master who intervened. She had some scruples, so she let me go."
"So I don't have to leave hengyuezong?"
Even so, ye Chen is still a little frightened. He should keep an eye open when he goes to bed at night. Otherwise, he will be strangled in bed by Chu ling'er. This crazy woman can do anything.
"No more." Toss the brain melon seeds, ye Chen received the thoughts, and then the heart read a move to summon Zixuan out.
Zixuan, who has been upgraded to a metaphysical puppet, is not the same as before.
In the battle of Houshan, Zixuan's fighting power completely shocked him. He was invincible against the two great zhenzhuan and many inner disciples, which seemed to have gone beyond the scope of ordinary metaphysical puppets. It was so strong that people were shocked.
"Thanks to you this time." Zixuan stood in place like a javelin, and ye Chen kept turning around her.
"The metaphysical level is so strong. If you upgrade to the level of Prefecture, the general spirit empty state will not be your opponent." In the heart murmurs a, ye Chen already planned to find a time to upgrade Zixuan to prefecture level.
However, he also knows that upgrading to a prefecture level puppet is not only a problem that can be solved with money.
"Anyway, I'm very optimistic about you." Ye Chen laughs and ignores Zixuan and allows her to absorb starlight and moonlight.
And he, already sitting on the bamboo bed, took out a piece of iron from his arms. This piece of iron was obtained from Yang Bin's storage bag when he shared the stolen goods with Xie Yun. Because of its existence, Xianhuo had a reaction.
Baby!
Ye Chen holds a piece of iron, reflecting the moonlight slanting into the room.
I don't know if the iron is from that time. It has a kind of vicissitudes. It is rusty and mottled. It looks like a fragment of a knife.
"Let's see what you've got." Murmur a sound, ye Chen took out the purple gold small gourd, and then put the small iron into it.
Hum!
Suddenly, the purple gold gourd trembled slightly.
Ye Chen is so waiting for two eyes, staring at the small gourd, hoping that the strange little gourd can find out the mystery on the small iron sheet.
Just, after a long time, the little gourd did not respond.
"What's the situation?" Ye Chen was shocked, and immediately held the purple gold gourd, and then pulled out the gourd stopper, looking inside.
It doesn't matter at all. Just as he got close to it, the iron sheet that he put into the purple gold gourd shot out like a golden awn from the small gourd, and fairly shot him in the middle of the eyebrow, and then integrated into it.
All of a sudden, ye Chen only felt a buzz in his mind.
Ah ..!
Ye Chen ate pain, turned over and fell down, holding his head in both hands, gripping his teeth and shouting.
Click!
In the dark, ye Chen seemed to hear such a sound, as if something was broken in general, and the sound came from his mind, and the iron pieces that entered his mind through his eyebrows were broken.
Ye Chen clearly saw that the small pieces of iron had turned into pieces of broken pictures, which were rapidly reorganized and converged into a complete picture, and his mind was involved in it on the spot.
Artistic conception?
The brain is no longer so painful, ye Chen murmured.
Inexplicably, his soul seems to be out of the body, and then into a strange world.
The world of artistic conception is very mysterious. There are mountains, water, jungle, stars, moon and sun. Ye Chen's eyes are full of sparks. He has never entered the artistic conception, but it is the first time to see such a magnificent artistic conception.
Sure enough, not far from a mountain, a man in gold armor emerged in Ye Chen's sight.
The man was majestic, his back was like a mountain, his black hair was thick, like a waterfall flowing, his whole body was covered with the gold God's light, like gold casting, dazzling, standing on the mountain peak, like a monument that will never collapse.
"Is this artistic conception left by the elder?" Murmuring, ye Chen stares at the man in the gold armor,
soon, the man in the gold armor moves. He steps on the empty sky, and a golden sword appears in his hand.
At this moment, the clouds are gathering, and thunder is flying in the clouds like a snake. The whole world of artistic conception is dark, and a battle spirit that makes Ye Chen's blood boil suddenly appears.
Eight wasteland chop!
With the man's roar, he swung the golden saber, which split the whole world.
At the moment, the stars are dim, the moonlight is gone, and the world has lost its color.
"This ..。” Maybe the scene is too frightening. Ye Chen can't help but step back. His face suddenly turns pale and his eyes are full of horror. If he hadn't entered this artistic conception, I'm afraid he would never have witnessed such a big scene in his life.In the distance, the man's body began to dissipate slowly as soon as the eight wastes were cut out. The world of artistic conception also disappeared at the speed visible to the naked eye until it disappeared.
WOW!
In the small bamboo room, ye Chen suddenly sat up from the bed.
Eight wasteland chop!
Ye Chen's small heart is still fluttering, unable to calm down for a long time. The artistic conception in consciousness, the predecessors in the artistic conception, the figure of Wei'an, and the fighting power of destroying the heaven and earth are all at this moment, engraved in the heart with a knife.
"Eight wasteland chop, good overbearing name." Ye Chen can't hide the shock on his face.
Quietly, he slowly closed his eyes, like an old monk sitting in meditation. His mind was clear and fresh, and he swam freely in the comprehension.
When he sat down, it was nine hours.
Yunv peak is quiet and bathed in the moonlight, which adds a different charm to this beautiful peak.
In the small bamboo room, ye Chen, who is sitting still, looks changeable and changeable, sometimes joyful, sometimes frowning, sometimes murmuring, and sometimes silent.
I don't know how long before he slowly opened his eyes.
A breath of turbid breath was long vomited, and ye Chen's face had a trace of enlightenment. "There should be a fearless heart in the long journey, sweeping the invincible fighting spirit of the eight wastelands. It seems that the elder and the younger generation understand the true meaning of the eight wastes."
All of a sudden, ye Chen got up and jumped out of the bamboo room. He waved and took out a gold knife from the storage bag. He waved with both strength and Qi.
Hum.
Hum.
Soon, the eight wasteland chopping method was silently recited in my heart, and the blood was boiling. The genuine Qi of Danhai rushed into the golden sword. The sword was buzzing, and the golden fire was lingering on it. The God's brilliance was hot and the golden light was shining.
Eight wasteland chop!
As ye Chen suddenly drank, he stepped out, leaped into the air, holding a gold knife in both hands and splitting Huashan.
Hum!
All of a sudden, a five Zhang long golden Dao awn appeared, invincible, powerful and domineering.
Boom!
The bamboo grove trembled, and a huge rock nearby cracked instantly, leaving a deep gully on the ground.
Ye Chen landed on the ground, but a burst of stagger, half kneeling on the ground, eight wasteland one chop, powerful and domineering, but also almost drained his true spirit.
Click!
The clear sound sounded, and the gold knife in his hand had cracks, and then it turned into pieces at the speed visible to the naked eye. Obviously, the grade of the golden knife was too low to bear the tyranny of the eight wasteland chopping.
Not only that, but also his bones and meridians also suffered from severe pain. It seems that he was cut by the tyrannical eight wastes and hurt himself.
"Sure enough, it's overbearing." Although his face was pale, ye Chen's face still showed a ecstatic smile.
It was a long time before he recovered.