Chapter 1593

Words fall, then see ye Chen pull out black robe, cover whole body, ghost ghost ghost mask also sacrifice, cover face.

goes all the way, stepping out of the sky and entering the new world.

"Oh, my God! Someone came out of the restricted area. " Ye Chen's front foot had just landed on the ground, and then he heard the voice of alarm.

There were many people in groups outside Tianxu. Most of them were monks who came to see the true face of Tianxu.

Just like forgetting Sichuan in the past, foreign monks always wanted to see the notorious forbidden area, so they came together.

It is so coincidental that they are looking at it. Ye Chen comes out and startles the four friars to retreat one after another.

"It's so shocking that there are living people coming out of the forbidden area." There were four voices of surprise, one after another.

"Is it the supremacy of the forbidden area? It came out. "

"With a black robe and a mask, I can't see his face clearly." The monks have already been in retreat.

Strange only blame Ye Chen is from the forbidden area out of the people, with their own mysterious aura, people dare not easily stay.

And his prestige, strong people's hearts shudder.

Ye Chen directly ignored the four sides of the argument, one step on the empty sky, straight to one side, as fast as youmang.

However, the news that someone came out of the forbidden area was just like having wings, floating to the four sides of Zhongzhou infinitely.

"Out of the box? True or false. " Zhongzhou vibrates, but all who listen to it, their hearts are trembling.

It was a void of heaven and a famous name. There was a forbidden area where there was no entry and no exit. It was a monk's nightmare.

"In the past, the seven sons of Donghua attacked and nearly destroyed the whole army. The legend still makes people feel cold today."

"It is a terrible sign that no one has ever come out of the forbidden area in endless years?"

The quiet night, become not calm, a layer of haze, darker than the night, people can not sleep.

At the foot of Zhutian mountain, ye Chen stops, like a statue carved in stone, and remains motionless as the wind blows.

Although nine days have passed, the sky and earth are still filled with blood mist. In the howling wind, there is a sad cry.

The images of the tragic death of hundreds of reincarnated people can be clearly seen. The blooming blood flowers, like a sharp knife with a handle, are gouging out his heart and carving his bones.

There are tears in Ye Chen's eyes, blurring the sharp sight.

Hazy, he seems to be able to see Hengyue real people, before they go on the road, wave and smile at him.

They left for the netherworld, not their hometown.

"All the way." Ye Chen took out the wine pot and poured it on the earth with hoarse voice and vicissitudes.

He also left, slowly disappearing into the night.

He appeared in the ancient city of Kunlun.

Kunlun ancient city at night is more prosperous than daytime.

The voice of discussion will not be less, more from tea stalls and wine shops, but where there are people, there will be gossip.

What they are talking about is what happened in these days: the blood robbery of the Tianshan Mountains, the destruction of the ancient holy bodies.

Ye Chen walked by, passing by the restaurant where the Kunlun banquet was held in the past, but he did not forget to take a glance. At that time, Tianjiao was destroyed by him.

As he closed his eyes, he turned and stepped into a street. In the corner, he found a small grocery store.

This is an intelligence cabinet, specialized in trading intelligence.

The owner of the grocer's shop is a young man with a beautiful face. He is practicing at the level of quasi saint. He is sitting there reading ancient books.

Seeing ye Chen coming, he immediately put down the ancient books and laughed genially, "what do you want?"

"Nine days ago, you will know what happened under the mountains." Ye Chen faint a voice, voice hoarse.

"I know." The youth couldn't help laughing.

"I want all the information about the identity, power and family of those who surround and kill the holy body." Ye Chen's tone is dignified.

Smell speech, youth eyebrow a pick, subconsciously look at Ye Chen, secretly way, "this person is to do what."

"I'm busy. Speed." Ye Chen hums coldly.

"Just a moment, Daoyou." The young man laughed and hurriedly went in to get the information.

His efficiency is still very high, not less than two or three minutes, he carried a storage bag out.

"Fifteen million yuan stone, this shop does not bargain."

Ye Chen does not speak, brush a storage bag to fly out, and then raised his hand to take away the information in the youth's hands.

He left again, coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry.

Behind him, the handsome young man subconsciously wiped a cold sweat, "this man, the prestige is strong."

Ye Chen has opened the storage bag, which is a piece of jade slips, each piece of jade slips are sealed information.

He crushed it directly, and the information was branded in Shenhai.

The intelligence of the intelligence cabinet is always accurate and detailed.

On that day, nearly ten thousand monks surrounded him and killed him.

In this intelligence, each of them is listed, including their identity, accomplishments and affiliations.

Naturally, it also includes those who have been beheaded by him, such as demons and Protoss.Thanks to the demons and the protoss, these self styled back to the ancient land, if you know that their own crown prince has been destroyed, it must be a wanzu wanted, battle is very big.

"Don't worry. Come one by one." Ye Chen's words were icy, and many figures flashed through the sea of gods: Impatiens, Xianzu Shenzi, jimie shenti, Tiancan, and daoren Zhiyang.

While he was talking, he turned around and entered a green building. In the building, there were people who killed him that day.

"Oh, how can you come here?" Just come in, see green. Building old lady swaying a silk to come up, a face flattering smile, flattering.

Ye Chen did not answer, a step on the third floor, very accurate to find an elegant room, and then a kick opened the door.

In the room, there is a man and a woman in the line of Luan Daofeng, all of them are naked, and the man is full of evil spirits.

"Asshole, who let you in." Male Xiu angrily drinks, good thing is disturbed, very angry, kill sword suddenly.

Ye Chen came to him in a flash, a finger abandoned his Danhai.

Suddenly, she was scared to see the woman.

Ye Chen ignored, or said, from the beginning to the end did not say a word, carrying the male Xiu, turned out of the room.

He did not kill male monks, because he wanted them to kneel down at the foot of the mountains of heaven to sacrifice the reincarnated people with blood.

Outside, there was a purple robed old man who stopped Ye Chen's way, but he was green. The guard of the building was of the rank of king.

"Taoist friend, I will make trouble here and give me an account." The old man in the purple robe hummed coldly, and his eyes were shining with cold light.

Ye Chen's pace is not reduced, there is no emotional fluctuation in the eyes.

"Arrogant." The old man in the purple robe drank violently and clapped it with one hand.

Ye Chen does not squint, is also a palm, very casual.

On the spot, the old man with purple robes of the holy King level flew out horizontally. In the process, his body was blown apart, and a restaurant across the street was smashed and collapsed. The picture was bloody.

Gudong!

Qing. The people in the building, whether drinking, frolicking and teasing, took a mouthful of saliva.

King level, that's King level! Is the person who makes a move is quasi imperial?

Under the public's attention and awe, ye Chen walked out of the green building, holding the bloody male monk in his hand.

"Taoist friends, private fighting is forbidden in Kunlun city." Just out of the green. Floor, an old and ethereal words will ring out.

"Go away." Ye Chen gave a faint voice, with the help of the holy bone power. Although the voice was light, it was like a thunderbolt of all ages, aiming at the man, with supreme authority and dignity.

Now, it's dead, and the old voice is wilting.

Until ye Chen walked out of the ancient city of Kunlun, he saw an old man with white hair in the palace in the city wiped his cold sweat hard, "I saw a ghost, how can I get such a quasi imperial class?"

Out of Kunlun City, ye Chen set foot on the sky and went straight to one side.

He stopped in front of a fairy mountain.

This is the family of one of the people who killed him that day. In xuanhuang land, it is not even a third rate force.

Xianshan has a border. He skips it directly and hangs in the void.

"Who is it?" The big drink rang out and two figures came to the sky. One was black and the other was white. Their accomplishments were all saints. One of them had reached the bottleneck.

"Let him out." Ye Chen's words are flat and light, holding a picture scroll in his hand. On the picture is a young man with purple hair, white face and a corner of his mouth.

"Presumptuous." The black robed old man scolds coldly, suddenly pounces to come, the hand holds the big seal, Ling Tian one palm, covers to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen looks calm, no joy or worry, only slightly raised his hand, he did not even go to see the black robed old man.

In an instant, the black robed old man turned into a blood flower. Both the body and the God were dead.

"This The old man in the white robe turned pale and stepped back. His eyes were also highlighted. His look was full of fear.

Not only he was afraid, but everyone in Xianshan was afraid.

They couldn't guess or dare to guess what kind of fighting power and cultivation he was.

"Elder, is it my Wang family who has offended you?" The old man in the white robe crawled, and his body couldn't help shaking.

"Let him out." Ye Chen is still that sentence.

"Good, good." The white robed old man got up in a hurry and went to a mountain, bringing the purple haired youth.

Ye Chen raised his hand and pointed to the divine awn and abandoned his cultivation.

The shrieking sound was shrill, and the purple haired youth became a complete waste.

The white robed old man and all the people of the Wang family all trembled, and their faces were extremely pale. No one had just stepped forward.

This is the world of the strong, watching their own people be destroyed, but even the atmosphere did not dare to make a sound.

Ye Chen left again, the body like a ghost, disappeared for a moment.

After he left, the mountain behind him was still and terrible. All of them were paralyzed, sweating and soaking their clothes.

"Old... Old ancestor." Everyone looks at the old man in white.

"The evil son must have provoked the man." "The old man in white robes was drinking, and his voice was like thunder." he deserved more than his death. "An ancient city, ye Chen fell into a mansion.

"Who's breaking in here?" The sound of drinking suddenly rises, a jump out of the three quasi holy kings, ye Chen surrounded in the center.

This time, ye Chen was too lazy to ask for someone. He went straight to a bieyuan in his mansion. The person he wanted was in the other garden.

"Looking for death." A would-be holy King burst into a rage and stood in front of him. His head was hung with a copper stove, and his momentum was powerful.

Ye Chen waved, a palm will be the holy King fan fly.

Pop, click!

The quasi holy king was very miserable. His body was turned into blood mist, and the God of the yuan was annihilated. The copper stove with his head hanging was also blown up.

"This The remaining two would-be saints were so frightened that they stood in the empty sky and did not dare to move.

Not only they did not dare to move, but the whole residence did not dare to move. Their eyes were full of fear and they did not dare to look directly at Ye Chen.

Ah!

In the depths of the mansion, a scream was heard, which came from the other garden. He was a young man with blood and was beaten into a useless man.

Ye Chen a hand, go out, as if no one else.

No one dares to speak in the whole mansion. Some people are too scared to crawl on the ground for fear of being robbed by blood.