Chapter Five Hundred and Ten Yin and Nether Curse Seals

Huh?

Glancing at it, Ye Chen let out a small murmur, "Why does Yanhuang have this poem too."

Ye Chen's words awakened Zhong Jiang next to him, and then he turned back subconsciously and looked at Ye Chen, "Little friend, have you seen this poem?"

"I saw it on an ancient cliff in the cave of the gods. Did I extend it?"

"God's Cave?" Hearing these two words, Zhong Jiang frowned slightly, and there was a vague glint in the turbid old eyes, and he murmured, "Could it be that Master has also been to the God's Cave?"

"Senior, who wrote this poem? It's so sad, confused, and resentful." Ye Chen looked at Zhong Jiang.

"It was written by my master before he left."

"It's your master again." Ye Chen scratched his head fiercely, and looked at the ancient poem on the rock wall again.

Is this also a coincidence?

Ye Chen murmured in his heart that Zhong Jiang's master, Hong Chen, actually had his Ye Chen's name and Chu Xuan's name in the poem he wrote.

"What is certain is that Senior Zhong Jiang's master has also been to the cave." Ye Chen touched his chin, "The outlines of every word and stroke are exactly the same. I didn't even know that Hong Chen was so elegant."

"Whenever it is quiet at night, I will stand here and watch this poem quietly." When Ye Chen pondered, Zhong Jiang beside him let out a sigh, "It may be the only thing left by Master."

"Senior, the deceased is gone, why do you do this?" Ye Chen said in relief.

Why!

Zhong Jiang sighed helplessly, "Master, he looked down on the world when he was young, but in his later years, he became unwieldy for some reason, and his state was very strange. Sometimes we even called our brothers and sisters the wrong names."

Having said that, Zhong Jiang looked at the ancient poem on the rock wall again, "When the only thing that remains unchanged is the Master, he will always recite this poem in a spirited way."

"There won't be any big secrets hidden in this poem!" Ye Chen said tentatively.

"So, whenever I have free time, I will stand here, hoping to see something from this poem. I really want to know why the old master became so confused, and why he never forgets this poem. I often wonder if the old man has any unfulfilled wishes."

"Senior Hongchen has passed away, senior don't care." Looking at the aged Zhong Jiang, Ye Chen comforted.

Why!

With another sigh, Zhong Jiang silently turned around and disappeared into the dark night.

After he left, Ye Chen also touched his chin, glanced at the rock wall for the last time, and turned to leave.

Back in the small world of space, Ye Chen picked a spiritual fruit and summoned the Daluo God Cauldron.

hum!

Daluo Divine Ding is huge and heavy, simple and natural, overflowing with strands of mysterious Dao Qi, forming a cascade of waterfalls, surrounded by the word Dunjia Tianzi, running on its own according to a certain law, and the heavenly sound intertwined by the Dao is resonant.噺⒏⑴The fastest full text of 祌文んττρs:/м.χ8㈠zщ.còм/

After doing this, Ye Chen flicked the storage bag and brought out the yin and ming death general who was brought out from Shiwan Dashan.

The dead general Yin Ming was just brought out, and Ye Chen moved the Daluo Shending to suppress him there.

After fixing the dead general, Ye Chen slowly moved up and looked up and down with Xian Lun's eyes.

"The strength is comparable to the cultivator Lingxu's eight-fold heaven." Ye Chen touched his chin and murmured, "It has flesh and blood, it is undoubtedly an ancient corpse, and it was planted with a curse."

Speaking of spells,

Ye Chen put his eyes on the dead general's eyebrows again, and saw a strange curse mark in his head, and it was this curse mark that allowed the manipulator to control him.

Thinking of this, Ye Chensheng cut open the head of the dead general, and grabbed the curse mark in his hand.

This mantra seal is purple-gold, suspended in the hand, and there is a gloomy aura overflowing, even though it is only as big as a baby's slap, but there are many mysteries in it.

Suddenly, Ye Chen's left eye narrowed slightly, staring at the purple-golden curse mark floating in the palm of his hand.

What surprised him was that he captured the soul imprint from this curse imprint.

"So that's the case." Ye Chen finally evoked a smile, "This purple-gold curse seal is also made by people. The refining of the curse seal and the refining of the medicinal pill have the same effect, and the medicinal pill has the imprint of the soul. There is also the imprint of the refiner's soul in this spell."

Having said this, Ye Chen's smile was even better, "So, as long as the soul imprint is broken, I can also refine such a curse imprint, and as long as such a curse imprint is created, I can also refine Yin Ming Death General."

With that said, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed deeper, staring at the soul imprint in the curse imprint.

He saw an old man covered in a purple-gold robe. At this moment, he was manipulating a strange flame refining spell, which was no less cumbersome than refining a five-patterned elixir.

However, for the current Ye Chen, these are not a problem.

His soul level is already the realm, and after swallowing the source of the ancient sacred body, both the body and the soul are nirvana and transformed, and the soul level seems to have reached the peak of the realm.

With such a soul cultivation base, if there is an elixir formula, it is not difficult to refine a five-pattern elixir.

Since the five-patterned elixir can be refined, correspondingly, it must also be possible to refine the curse mark that controls the ancient corpse in the hand. First launch https:// https://

I don't know when, Ye Chen took his eyes back, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, "It's a mystery, if you give me a powerful ancient corpse, I can also make a powerful Yin and Ming death general."

Speaking of this, Ye Chen's eyes flashed coldly, and he crushed the curse mark on his palm.

puff!

In the dark, there seems to be a sound of vomiting blood.

In a deep underground palace that is thousands of miles away, a man covered in a purple-gold robe revealed a pair of eyes that were covered with dim light, "The dead general who was sent to the Hundred Thousand Mountains was actually taken by someone. Come out, who the hell broke that curse mark."

Silent night, dawn in the blink of an eye.

The next day, Ye Chen just stretched out from the small space world, and a white light stood in front of him from the sky and turned into a figure. Looking closely, it was Zhong Jiang.

"Follow me." Zhong Jiang didn't say a word, grabbed Ye Chen's palm and fled into the void space.

"Senior, why is it so urgent?" Ye Chen, who was bewildered, looked at Zhong Jiang in amazement.

"Ren Huang has just received intermittent information: Last night, Junior Sister Zhong Xiao was plotted against and seriously injured. The powerhouse of the Bloodthirsty Hall is storming Ren Huang's Lingshan Mountain."

"It's the Bloodthirsty Hall again." Hearing these three words, Ye Chen's eyes shot Han Mang involuntarily.

"You and I will go first, and the strong Yanhuang will arrive later." Zhong Jiang said, and led Ye Chen into a teleportation formation.

"Senior knows how many bloodthirsty temple powerhouses are besieging Ren Huang, and how many are in the quasi-heaven realm."

"Three."

"Three." Hearing this number, Ye Chen frowned.

Ye Chen knew exactly what the three quasi-celestial realms meant.

Although Zhong Jiang's combat power is strong, but every time he makes a move, his cultivation becomes one point.

"My Immortal Wheel Forbidden Technique can destroy one, but the other two quasi-heaven realms need to be dealt with by Senior Zhong Jiang." Ye Chen thought to himself, "But if this is the case, Senior Zhong Jiang's cultivation will definitely drop sharply. , I might even descend from the quasi-heaven realm to the Ninth Heaven in the Nether Realm."

"Bloodthirsty Hall, you really have your figures everywhere." Ye Chen's eyes were extremely cold, "Wait for me, and when Lao Tzu frees up his hands, I will definitely beat you once, and I won't give you any pain. You motherfuckers don't have a long memory."

"Little friend, if I can't go back this time, I hope you will keep Yan Huang." On the side, Zhong Jiang said abruptly.