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Chapter 1593 come one by one

When the words fell, Ye Chen pulled out his black robe and covered his whole body, and the ghost mask was also sacrificed to cover his face.

Silent all the way, step out of the sky, into the new world.

"God...God! Someone actually came out of the restricted area." As soon as Ye Chen landed on his forefoot, he heard exclamations.

It was outside the sky, and there were many figures in groups of three or five, mostly monks who came to see the true face of the sky.

Just like forgetting the river in the past, foreign monks always wanted to look at the forbidden area with a famous fierce reputation, so they came together.

It was just such a coincidence that when they were watching, Ye Chen came out, startling the monks from all over the world to retreat one after another.

"It's so shocking that there are living people coming out of the restricted area." Surprised voices rang out one after another.

"Is it the supreme existence in the restricted area? It came out."

"Covered in black robes, wearing a mask, I can't see his face clearly." The monks have already escaped a lot.

It's just that Ye Chen came out of the restricted area, with a mysterious aura that makes people dare not stay easily.

There is also his coercion, which makes people tremble.

Ye Chen directly ignored the discussion in the four directions, stepped onto the virtual sky one step, and went straight to one side, as fast as a faint glow.

Of course, someone in the restricted area came out with the news, but it seemed to have wings, floating infinitely to the four directions of Zhongzhou.

"There are people out of the restricted area? It's true or false." Zhongzhou was shocked, and everyone who listened to it, their hearts trembled.

It was a forbidden area with a dreadful name for its viciousness, where there was entry but no exit, and ten deaths and no life. It was a cultivator's nightmare.

"In the past, the seven sons of Donghua invaded and nearly wiped out the entire army. The legend still makes people feel cold."

"In the endless years, no one has ever come out of the restricted area on their own initiative. Is this a terrible sign?"

The quiet night became unsettled, and a layer of haze shrouded it, which was darker than the night, making people unable to sleep.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, Ye Chen stopped, like a statue carved in stone, unmoved by the raging wind.

Although nine days have passed,

But this world is still filled with blood mist, and the howling wind carries a desolate whine.

The scene of the tragic death of hundreds of reincarnated people is vividly vivid in my eyes. The blooming blood flowers, like a sharp knife, are gouging out his heart and engraving his bones.

There were tears in Ye Chen's eyes, blurring his sharp vision.

In the haze, he seemed to be able to see Hengyue Zhenren and the others, waving at him and smiling before setting off on the road.

When they left, they went to Huangquan, not their hometown.

"Go all the way." Ye Chen took out the jug and poured it on the ground, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes.

He also left, slowly disappearing into the darkness.

After a long time, he appeared in the ancient city of Kunlun.

The ancient city of Kunlun at night is more prosperous than during the day.

There will be many discussions, and most of them come from tea stalls and wineries. Wherever there are people, there will be gossip.

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

Ye Chen walked by gently, and when he passed by the restaurant where the Kunlun Banquet was held in the past, he did not forget to glance sideways. At that time, Tianjiao was destroyed by him.

After closing his eyes, he turned around and stepped into a street. In the corner, he found a small grocery store.

This is an intelligence cabinet that specializes in buying and selling information.

The owner of the grocery store is a handsome young man with a quasi-sage cultivation base, sitting there reading ancient books.

Seeing Ye Chen coming, he immediately put down the ancient book and laughed very warmly, "What do you want, fellow Daoist."

"Nine days ago, you know what happened under the Tianshan Mountains." Ye Chen said lightly, his voice was old and hoarse.

"Of course I know." The young man couldn't help but smile.

"Those who besieged the Eucharist, their identities, forces, and families, I want all these information." Ye Chen's tone was majestic.

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyebrows, looked at Ye Chen subconsciously, and said to himself, "What is this person doing?"

"The old man is very busy, speed." Ye Chen snorted coldly.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment." The young man smiled shyly, and hurriedly walked in to get the information.

His work efficiency is still very high, and within two or three minutes, he came out with a storage bag.

"Fifteen million Origin Stones, this shop won't bargain."

Ye Chen didn't say a word, a storage bag flew out in his hand, and then raised his hand to take the information from the young man's hand.

He left again, came in a hurry, and left in a hurry.

Behind him, the handsome young man wiped his cold sweat subconsciously, "This person, the coercion is so tyrannical."

Ye Chen has torn open the storage bag, and inside it are pieces of jade slips, each of which is sealed with information.

He crushed it directly, and the information was branded on the Sea of ​​God.

The intelligence of the Intelligence Pavilion has always been accurate and detailed.

There were nearly 10,000 monks who surrounded and killed him that day.

In this information, there is a list for each of them, including their identity, cultivation base, and affiliation.

Naturally, it also includes those who have been beheaded by him, such as the gods of the demons and the gods of the gods.

It is also thanks to the demons and the gods that they have returned to the ancient land. If they know that their princes have been destroyed, they must be wanted by all races, and the battle is very big.

"Don't worry, come one by one." Ye Chen's words were cold to the bone, and many figures flashed in the sea of ​​​​gods: Feng Xian'er, the god child of the fairy clan, the god of silence, the god of burial, Tian Can, and the Daoist Zhiyang.

While speaking, he silently turned around and entered a green building. In this green building, there were people who surrounded and killed him that day.

"Oh, why did the uncle come here!" Just as he came in, he saw the old bustard Qing Lou swinging a silk cloth and leaning up, with a flattering smile on his face, flattering.

Without answering, Ye Chen stepped onto the third floor, found a private room accurately, and kicked the door open.

In the room, there is a man and a woman who are doing the thing, they are all naked, and the man is full of evil charm.

"Bastard, who let you in." The male cultivator shouted angrily. He was very annoyed when a good thing was disturbed, and Killing Sword suddenly realized.

Ye Chen arrived in an instant, and pointed at Dan Hai, who abolished him.

The screams suddenly sounded, and the female cultivator hurriedly covered her body with a silk quilt, and looked at Ye Chen in horror.

Ye Chen ignored, or in other words, didn't say a word from beginning to end, took the male cultivator, and turned to leave the room.

He didn't kill the male cultivator, because he wanted the male cultivator to die on his knees at the foot of the Zhutian Mountains and pay homage to the reincarnated people with blood.

Outside the door, an old man in a purple robe blocked Ye Chen's way, Naiqing Lou's nursery, whose cultivation was at the holy king level.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm making trouble here, give this old man an explanation." The purple-robed old man snorted coldly, his old eyes flashing coldly.

Ye Chen's pace did not decrease, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"Arrogant." The purple-robed old man shouted violently and slapped him with a palm.

Ye Chen didn't look sideways, he also took out his palm, very casual.

On the spot, the sage king-level purple-robed old man flew out, and when he flew upside down, his body exploded, hitting a restaurant opposite to collapse, and the picture was bloody.

Gudong!

The people in the building, whether they were drinking, playing, or flirting with girls, all swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Saint King rank, that is Saint King rank! He was slapped by someone at will, is the person who shot it a quasi-emperor?

Under the attention and awe of all, Ye Chen walked out of the green building with the bloody male cultivator in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, private fights are prohibited in Kunlun City." As soon as they came out of the green building, an old and ethereal voice sounded.

"Go away." Ye Chen said lightly, with the help of the power of the Holy Bone. Although his voice was light, it was like an eternal thunder, targeting that person with supreme coercion and majesty.

This time, there was no sound, and the old voice faded away.

It wasn't until Ye Chen walked out of the ancient city of Kunlun that he saw a white-haired old man in the palace in the city wiping his cold sweat, "I've seen a ghost, where is such a quasi-emperor."

After leaving Kunlun City, Ye Chen stepped on the sky and went straight to one side.

After a long time, he stopped in front of an immortal mountain.

This is the family of one of the people who surrounded and killed him that day. In Xuanhuang Continent, it is not even a third-rate force.

Immortal Mountain has an enchantment, and he skips it directly and hangs in the void.

"Who." The shouting sounded immediately, and two figures came from the sky, one black and one white, two old men, both of whom were at the level of saints, and one of them had reached the bottleneck.

"Let him come out." Ye Chen's words were calm, holding a picture scroll in his hand. On the picture scroll was a young man with purple hair, with a fair face and a playful corner of his mouth.

"Presumptuous." The black-robed old man scolded coldly, suddenly pounced, squeezed the big seal in his hand, Ling Tian slapped it, and covered Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's expression was calm, without joy and worry, he only raised his hand slightly, he didn't even look at the black-robed old man.

In an instant, the black-robed old man turned into a blood flower, and both the fleshly body and the primordial spirit were dead.

"This..." The white-robed old man's expression changed, and he stepped back, his eyes also highlighted, and his expression was full of fear.

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

Raising his hand to destroy the saint, what kind of combat power is that, what kind of cultivation he is, they can't guess, and they don't dare to guess.

"Senior atonement, did my royal family offend you?" The white-robed old man was crawling, his old body trembling uncontrollably.

"Let him come out." Ye Chen still said that.

"Okay, okay." The white-robed old man got up in a hurry, went to a mountain, and brought the purple-haired youth with him.

Ye Chen raised his hand and pointed at Shenmang, abolishing his cultivation.

The screams were shrill, and the purple-haired youth was completely useless.

The white-robed old man and everyone in the Wang family trembled, their faces extremely pale, and no one had just stepped forward.

This is the world of the strong, watching his own people be destroyed, but he didn't even dare to make a sound.

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

After he left, Xianshan was terrifyingly quiet behind him. All of them were collapsed, cold sweat soaking their clothes.

"Old... Ancestor." Everyone looked at the white-robed old man.

"It must be that evil grandson who provoked that person." The white-robed old man shouted loudly, "He's dead and worthless."

In an ancient city, Ye Chen fell and entered a mansion.

"Who is rushing in." The shouting stopped, and three quasi-sage kings jumped out at once, surrounding Ye Chen in the center.

This time, Ye Chen was too lazy to ask for someone, so he went straight to a different garden in the mansion, and the person he was looking for was in the other garden.

"Looking for death." A quasi-sage king shouted angrily and stepped forward to block it, with his head hanging from the copper stove, his aura was tyrannical.

Ye Chen waved his hand and fanned the quasi-sage king with one palm.

Pfft, click!

The quasi-sage king was very miserable, the flesh turned into a blood mist, the primordial spirit was annihilated, and the copper furnace with its head hanging also burst.

"This..." The remaining two quasi-sage kings shivered with fright, standing in the virtual sky, not daring to move.

Not only did they dare not move, but the people in the entire mansion did not dare to move, their eyes were full of fear, and they did not dare to look directly at Ye Chen.

what....!

In the depths of the mansion, a scream rang out, and it came from that Bieyuan. It was a bloody young man who was beaten into a cripple.

Ye Chen held it in one hand and walked out, as if there was no one else around.

In the entire mansion, no one dared to speak, and some people were too frightened, crawling on the ground, for fear that they would also suffer blood robbery.