Chapter 8720

"This is the practice field, also known as human purgatory, which is the purgatory of fantasy creation. No matter what practice you do, you have to lie down obediently. Here, the competition is the control of the general trend of the heaven and the refinement of the power of the law."

"If you don't want to die, there may be an answer!"

The mysterious man slightly raised his head and motioned Ye Chen to look back.

Behind Ye Chen, in the deepest part of the isolated city, there is a magnificent arena, which is high into the sky without the dome.

The blood red mottled walls have fallen off a lot, adding a trace of simplicity and solemnity to them. There, the blood light has a faint meaning of breaking into the heaven and earth Avenue, and the space here has a faint smell of fishy sweetness.

"Send you, the injury should recover soon."

The mysterious man handed Ye Chen a small bottle, during which there were only a few drops of crystal clear liquid, like water, but shiny and warm.

He waved his hand and immediately shouted to the sky:

"Chu LAN, I'm waiting for you at xiuxuan zenith. If you can arrive successfully within the limited day, I can choose to cooperate with you and take the inheritance of the six forms of silence!"

The voice of the mysterious man was particularly loud, and almost every corner of the whole isolated city could be heard faintly.

Ye Chen always feels something wrong. When this guy says so, don't people here regard themselves as Chu LAN in his mouth?

He wanted to explain, but the figure of the mysterious man had disappeared.

After ye Chen had a confrontation with the mysterious man, they left the originally noisy street one after another until their backs disappeared, and the closed pubs reopened their doors.

"Immortal Emperor Changqing wine, three of which are the first level!"

The cry of flattery in front of the door echoed again, the people gradually gathered, and the blood river flowed again.

Many people looked at Ye Chen's leaving figure.

……

"This place is probably created by the illusion of silence God. Why does he always invite others to come here to try?"

"Is he, like Yinsheng, looking for countless geniuses to crack Tiandou datu sword?"

"It's not that easy."

"However, the only clue under the eyes is the control of the general trend of heaven!"

Ye Chen recalled the mysterious man's blow just now.

Obviously, even he couldn't mobilize any spiritual power in his body. That palm melted into the road here. If he hadn't used the power of the Iron Throne and the Dragon life star and removed 80% of his power, I'm afraid he would be beaten through by that guy.

"The refinement of the power of law!"

Ye Chen also tried the power of his own law. Except for a part of the law of destruction and the law of reincarnation, it could not be manifested at all. Since entering this city, even the power of reincarnation blood could not be fully mobilized, and he was also disconnected from reincarnation cemetery, martial reincarnation map, and even the desperate situation of death.

He has a lot of cards, but many of them can't be used, or because of the rules here, he can only use part of them.

The power of dragon life star and blood dragon is part of the dynamic use.

But to his surprise, a card is not restricted!

It is the ancestor coffin of the dead end!

It seems that this ancestral coffin has a long history. If you face a crisis, you can use a few points.

"Cough!"

Ye Chen's chest ached faintly. He took out the small bottle handed by the mysterious man and looked, "Changqing wine, what is the origin of this wine?"

In this moment of trance, a cold light lit up from all directions, blocking all ye Chen's retreat.

"The law of the wind?"

Such attacks, put on the outside, even now he can easily break open, and now, in the isolated city, where all methods are not obvious, is a killing move.

Ye Chen stood in place and let the eight sword blades come, without dodging. Just when they thought they were going to succeed, they saw his back covered under his long shirt surging with blood light, and the eight men's attack was instantly disintegrated.

Hiss!

Ye Chen glanced at a trace of fine light, and immediately waved a sword to cut: "cut the sky nine swords, break it for me!"

With one sword, the eight heads moved instantly, and the blood surged like a column, and the straight eight bodies fell to the ground.

"Is it for this thing?"

Ye Chen looked at the delicate bottle in his hand, and it was this thing called Changqing brew that caused him death.

Ye Chen simply did not ink, a drop into his throat, only felt unspeakable heartburn pain, followed by bursts of numbness in the meridians around him, nourishing his injury.

"Huh?"

"Toxic!"

Soon he found something wrong. Although this wine, called Changqing wine, could repair the injury, it had toxins spreading and breeding.

"There's something wrong with that guy!"

Ye Chen's expression is a little dignified.

However, the poison tablet in the reincarnation xuanbei suddenly operated, and the problem was not serious.

He has the strongest reincarnation blood in the heavens. It is not so easy to poison him.

"Chu... Lord Chu LAN!"

At this time, a timid voice sounded from the shadow behind Ye Chen, and a sword repair came out. The first moment he saw Ye Chen, he lost his long sword.

He knew that if he did it himself, he would die.

"Can I have the head of these eight people?"

He knelt not far in front of Ye Chen and prayed.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. He never thought that he would be recognized as Chu LAN when he wore a mask.

This name has appeared many times. What is the origin of this person?

But ye Chen doesn't intend to explain too much.

"Here you are. Take them and exchange them for some Changqing wine. I'll wait for you here. If you dare to run, you know the consequences!"

Ye Chen said faintly.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Lord Chulan!"

That Jian Xiu threw himself to the ground and gave a few big gifts. Picking up the scattered head, he left happily. Not long ago, he came back with a small bottle, vaguely containing five or six drops.

"I'll take one drop and give you the rest."

When ye Chen finished speaking, he turned and asked, "where do these wines come from?"

"Lord Hui, he came from xiuxuan purgatory. Some pubs hired people to fight in the purgatory field, where they can exchange meritorious deeds for Changqing wine."

"Here, the prevailing coin is the head of the item. Someone will dedicate it to the xuanxiu God in exchange for long-term residency here."

The sword repair of that reply was obviously a little weak. It was obvious that after several fierce battles, it had reached its limit. It was urgent for this changqingniang to recover from the injury, otherwise he would be the next common currency.

Ye Chen waved his hand, and the man retreated wisely. He swallowed a drop of Changqing wine he had exchanged.

"Bah!"

Purity is far from that given by the mysterious man, but it is still toxic, and even worse.

"Xiuxuan God... What is the origin of this person?

What is the layout of the silent God? "

Ye Chen's eyes coagulated and looked at the bloody building not far away. This mysterious God did not disgrace his name.