Chapter 1801 I Don't Need to Use It!

Chapter 1801 I don't need to use it!

Hengyuezong at night is peaceful and quiet, under the moonlight.

But this silence was shattered by a bang.

The voice came from Jade Girl Peak, more precisely from Ye Chen's tomb, the tomb exploded and a tripod flew out.

The cauldron was huge and heavy, simple and natural, engraved with the brand of the Great Dao, and the golden characters of Dunjia were arranging and combining on their own.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sounds of heaven, interwoven by the avenues, deeply versed in the mystery, containing endless Taoism, including all things.

Yes, this is the Chaos God Cauldron, Ye Chen's natal magic weapon.

In the past, Ye Chen was buried in the starry sky, and his ashes were brought back to Hengyue.

Unexpectedly, in this quiet night, he ran out by himself.

Xiyan and Lin Shihua were disturbed and rushed over.

Yang Dingtian, Liu Yi and Xie Yun, who came in no particular order, were all stunned when they saw Chaos Ding floating and buzzing.

"What's the situation, what's the wind blowing from this tripod?" Situ Nan scratched his head, "Don't dare to be lonely, want to run out for a walk?"

"I've never had this abnormality before." Xi Yan frowned slightly.

"Could it be that Ye Chen has a spirit in the sky and doesn't want his natal weapon to be buried?" Pangdachuan touched his chin.

Everyone's eyes are bright and dark, Chaos Cauldron is too weird today.

Even if there is a spirit, but this is too abrupt, there is no sign, and I don't know what it means, no one can communicate with it.

Chichenxing, the sky is almost late at night, the world is silent.

At this moment, if someone looked up at the starry sky, they would see two divine lights, which flashed by in a blink of an eye.

It was a man and a woman. The woman was dressed in Tsing Yi, and her elegance was peerless.

Aren't they the Liushen Jiang Hua Qingluo and Emperor Zun's sister Di Xuan? The movement method is extremely fast, subverting the laws of space.

"Huh?" Hua Qingluo murmured as she flew past Chichen Star,

The speed dropped slightly, but it didn't stop.

"Don't delay." Di Xuan whispered softly, beautifully.

"Come on." Hua Qingluo hurriedly followed, muttering all the way, flying far away, and still didn't forget to look back at Chi Chenxing.

"What do you think of the Son of God's Wrath?" Di Xuan said indifferently.

"All I can say is, it's a surprise." Hua Qingluo shrugged, "That little baby, he must be a giant in his new year."

"His mother wants him to be ordinary." Di Xuan whispered, "Recluse to become an ordinary star can be considered to be far away from the chaos of the chaotic world."

"Let's make one too!" Hua Qingluo laughed.

"Better than me, I will marry you." Di Xuan said indifferently.

"In a battle of the same rank, the emperor can hold you down, let alone me." Hua Qingluo rubbed her eyebrows, "It's really embarrassing."

Di Xuan did not speak, and the lotus moved lightly, one step across the starry sky.

Speaking of Emperor Zun, it is inevitable to be sad. Nine thousand years have been too long, and the vicissitudes of life, their brothers and sisters, will never see each other again.

Hua Qingluo's face was tangled, and she also made a big move against the sky.

The two-person law is about to cross the long river of time, and there will be no traces of people passing by. It is difficult for ordinary emperors to capture their traces.

In the Palace of Creation, Ye Chen rested his chin with his hands and sat on the stone steps.

Li Changsheng, who was in the copper furnace, held the mouth of the furnace and stared at Ye Chen blankly, as if looking at a god, and still can't believe it.

The Eucharist Ye Chen is still alive. The ruthless man who slaughtered the emperor in the past is still alive. This news is too shocking.

And he is really honored that a psychic has summoned the person who created the myth, and he can boast about it for eight hundred years.

"The heavens are going to be lively." He rubbed his palms fiercely.

People's brain holes are still possible, and one can imagine the wonderful picture of the prince of the prehistoric clan being hanged and beaten one by one by Ye Chen.

After thinking about it, he laughed, feeling too excited.

How about saying that one is the host and the other is a psychic beast? This is with Qingchuan, at first glance ... is a urine sex.

While speaking, someone entered the underground palace, and not one.

There are more than a dozen women, all of them are beautiful, and they all wear gorgeous neon clothes, which are as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent.

The picture is a little fragrant, and the fragrance of women is really charming.

Ye Chen didn't react, but Li Changsheng, his eyes straightened, he stopped looking at Ye Chen, and looked at the beauties from the stove.

"On the orders of the ancestors, serve fellow Daoists." More than a dozen women stood in a row, all female disciples in the sect, a little shy.

"No." Ye Chen said indifferently, he knew what the fortune-teller had done, and he was determined to win him over.

"Fellow Daoist, don't make it difficult for us." The female disciples all lowered their eyes and blushed, knowing what the ancestors asked them to do.

"No." Ye Chen's words were flat and didn't move.

"I don't need to use it!" Li Changsheng was anxious, jumping up and down in the furnace, "I'm still a virgin, let me try it out."

Ye Chen must be considerate, flick his hand, and release the goods, want to wave as much as he wants, and be careful.

The dozen or so female disciples were a little embarrassed. They were here to serve Ye Chen. What the hell is this?

"Don't be stunned, come here and squeeze your shoulders." Li Changsheng would be shameless if he didn't treat himself as an outsider.

The female disciples were about to freak out on the spot, but because of Ye Chen, they came over and rolled up their sleeves one by one.

Squeeze your shoulders! Auntie will give you a good squeeze and make you satisfied.

The screams stopped, ghosts and wolves wailed, and a group of female disciples circled in a circle, the strength in their hands, the thief said.

Li Changsheng's small body, his bones were pinched and crackling, and his voice was clear and crisp, just listening to it, it hurt his mother.

"I won't pinch, I won't pinch anymore." The fellow climbed out of the crevice, but soon, he was dragged back by the girls.

The picture was a bit terrible, and Ye Chen was stunned when he saw it.

Pinch your shoulders so well, there are so many talents in the Good Fortune Sect! The folk customs here are really sturdy and somewhat reserved.

It didn't take long for the girls to stop and leave.

Looking at Li Changsheng again, he had collapsed to the ground like a dead pig, and the whole was a lump. Fortunately, he was able to save his breath.

There is no ****, but it is almost the same as ****. It is he who suffers without happiness, and he can't blame others.

"It's not good." Ye Chen got up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the underground palace, waiting impatiently.

It is worth mentioning that, every time he went back and forth, he stepped on Li Changsheng, very conscious, as if nothing happened.

The Holy Body was as heavy as a mountain. He was so full that he stomped Li Changsheng into a patty, sticking the whole body to the ground.

As the sky was approaching dawn, the ancestors of Fortune came.

The old man's eyes were sunken, and his eyes were covered with bloodshots. At first glance, he didn't know that he had not been idle all night and wasted his energy.

"Senior, it can be repaired." Ye Chen hurriedly stepped forward, not forgetting to sacrifice the medicinal herbs to replenish the essence of the ancestors.

"How can there be a bad reason for this old man to take action." Ancestor Fortune's words were deep, and this is a forceful situation, and it is getting better.

"Got it!" Ye Chen came to the spirit, and his light was shining.

"The heavens are very chaotic now." Ancestor Fortune said slowly, "The prehistoric clan is arrogant and arrogant, occupying the prosperous star field, and the big sects and great sects that are forced to migrate to the frontier areas. Don't provoke the Great Desolate Clan."

"The younger generation will definitely keep it in mind." Ye Chen smiled slightly.

There was a flash of cold light in his eyes, and he said that he would not provoke him. He had already planned in his heart that he would provoke one by one.

Lao Tzu's old friend died and was crippled and disabled. This account is to be counted. The younger generation competes, and he believes that he is invincible.

The two went out one after another, and when Ye Chen left, he even picked Li Changsheng from the ground, and the goods were still meat pie.

The starry sky platform of the Heavenly Creation Sect is indeed not ordinary, with a radius of eight hundred zhang, four copper pillars standing, complex patterns flowing, and the power of space... flying.

Ye Chen strongly suspects that the Fortune Sect was once a super sect, just because it declined, otherwise how could such a large field come to be.

"You still don't want to tell me your true identity?" Ancestor Fortune laughed and said, "At least leave me a thought for this old man."

"It's not a good thing to have a good relationship with me." Ye Chen entered the Yutai, but a jade slip flew out of his hand, "If senior wants to, he can come to Da Chu in the new year, and welcome him."

When the words fell, he urged Yutai on his own, and disappeared in an instant.

After he left, the fortune-telling ancestor crushed the jade slip, and inside it was sealed a piece of divine consciousness, hiding Ye Chen's true identity.

"He... Ye Chen?" Ancestor Fortune was stunned.