Chapter 1140 Kill Young Master Yaoyue!

"Not only do I dare to kill him, I also dare to kill you!"

Inside Guanlan Tower, everyone was silent as they watched Ye Chen take off the head of the fifth prince with one hand.

Mu Caiwei covered her lips with her hand, feeling very bullied.

That was the fifth prince of the Dali Dynasty. Although his status was not as high as that of the prince, he was the son of the emperor of Dali after all.

Now in the capital of Dali, if he was killed by Ye Chen, you don't need to think about what kind of shocking turmoil it would cause!

The confident smile on Yaoyue Gongzi's face gradually solidified, and a trace of regret emerged in his heart.

Yes!

The other party dared to kill even the fifth prince of the Dali Dynasty, who else would he not dare to kill!

"Swoosh..."

A ball of light shot out from the fifth prince's body, and it was his soul that wanted to escape.

However, a huge suction force suddenly surged from Ye Chen's sleeves, directly sucking the former into his sleeves.

After finishing all this, Ye Chen slowly turned around and glanced at Master Yao Yue, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Is it time to settle the accounts between us now?"

Master Yao Yue's heart trembled, and then he took a step back with a pale face.

He is the son of the master of Taiyi Sect in the South China Sea. His father is Taiyi Daozun, and his mother is the patriarch of the Qingjiao clan, known as the Qingjiao Holy Mother.

He thought that under such a background, no matter who dared to touch him, they must take the people behind him into consideration.

However, at this moment, he had to admit that he underestimated Ye Chen, underestimated Ye Chen's ruthlessness, and even lawlessness and recklessness.

"Boom!"

Almost at that moment, several martial kings who were protecting him stepped out together, rushed towards Ye Chen with crazy faces, and the boiling vitality ravaged the world.

"Young Master, go!!!"

They fought desperately!

Because once Master Yao Yue died!

They couldn't survive either!

"Die!!!"

Facing the four fearless martial kings, Ye Chen's mocking expression did not diminish at all, and his spiritual consciousness of the transformation period was fully enveloped.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Four blood mists suddenly erupted in the air.

The four martial kings died in an instant!

Following!

He walked towards Master Yaoyue step by step.

"If you kill me, my father will not let you go. He is a third-turn martial saint and is known as the number one in the Tianfeng Sea!"

Master Yaoyue was not convinced by his previous calmness at this moment. While retreating step by step, his face was full of fear: "My mother is the patriarch of the Qingjiao clan, known as the Qingjiao Holy Mother..."

Before he finished speaking, he was grasped in Ye Chen's hand, and his physical body collapsed completely, leaving only a small man the size of a palm.

That was his soul.

The man's face was full of fear, and he screamed: "My father already knows that I am in danger, and he is on his way..."

Ye Chen's expression did not move, and he exerted force in his hands.

However, the villain was not crushed by him. Instead, a purple light suddenly burst out from his body, which tightly contained him, and formed a potential confrontation with Ye Chen.

"Blood brand?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and then he opened his mouth and sprayed out a golden airflow, which directly dispersed the purple light.

"Father, save me, save me!!!"

The soul of Master Yaoyue was completely desperate.

This was the first time in his life that he felt what powerlessness, despair, and the breath of death were!

If he was given another chance, he would definitely not choose to attack Mu Caiwei, but there is no regret medicine in this world.

At the moment when the purple light was dispersed, a light and shadow suddenly bloomed in Master Yaoyue's soul.

It seemed to be an old man, but his facial features were not three-dimensional. He just shouted: "Fellow Daoist, let's talk it over. If my son is wrong, I can..."

Ye Chen seemed not to hear it. He gently closed his palms, and the soul of Master Yaoyue immediately turned into a stream of powder and scattered.

At that moment, the blurred light and shadow seemed to sense something, and the voice was extremely resentful: "Okay, very good, kill my son, I will fight you to death!!!"

At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away in the South China Sea, in the prosperous Taiyi Sect.

An old man in black sat cross-legged on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and roared with disheveled hair: "My son Yaoyue, I swear that even if I am torn to pieces, I will avenge you!"

After that, he hit his chest heavily, and immediately spit out blood again. He grasped the blood and quickly made hand gestures with both hands.

The blood began to wriggle violently, growing rapidly, and finally turned into a scale, on which the face of a middle-aged beautiful woman with two horns was faintly revealed.

Taiyi Daozun glared and said with great heartache: "Holy Mother, Yao'er is dead, and the place is in Dali Dynasty, make your own choice!!!"

Almost at that moment, in the central sea area, a huge dragon with a body size of more than fifty feet stirred up the wind and clouds, and struck the sea for three thousand miles!

A shocking roar sounded in the Wangyue Sect in the North Sea, and the ancestor of Wangyue Sect left the sect and pointed directly at the Dali Dynasty!

The ancestor of the Valley God of the West Sea Valley God Gate was full of murderous intent!

At this moment, the entire Tianfeng Sea was thundering, and countless people were shocked after noticing such a movement.

Dali Capital.

In a village like a paradise.

Grand Tutor Ning suddenly felt an impulse, and then he quickly counted with his fingers, his expression changing constantly, and he sighed faintly: "The catastrophe is coming, and the chaotic world is coming..."

...

In Guanlan Tower.

After Ye Chen's thunderous move, his expression was still as calm as water, and he looked directly at Wang Ziling, the only survivor at the scene.

As if he had sensed his murderous intention, Wang Ziling's body trembled violently, and for a while he was full of feces and urine.

"Let him go!"

Mu Caiwei couldn't help but said: "This matter has nothing to do with him. He even pleaded for me before."

She was telling the truth. Although this matter was caused by Wang Ziling, it was not his original intention. In the final analysis, it was because of Master Yaoyue who forced himself to come forward.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Ziling looked at her with a deep gratitude.

Ye Chen retracted his gaze and turned around and said: "Let's go!"

"Senior Ye...Senior Ye!"

At the moment he turned around, Wang Ziling stammered: "Run, run quickly, you have caused a big disaster, Taiyi Daozun is more powerful than you can imagine..."

However, Ye Chen's footsteps still did not stop.

Guanlan Tower, the ninth floor, the highest floor.

Two figures whose faces could not be seen silently watched everything that happened before, and then watched the two people leave silently.

One of the old voices slowly sounded: "This boy has caused a big disaster this time!"

"Judging from the way this boy killed the Lingxu Patriarch, his strength should be a second-level martial saint!"

The response was a crisp female voice: "Patriarch Wangyue, Patriarch Gushen, and Holy Mother Qingjiao are all second-level martial saints, and Taiyi Daozun is even a third-level martial saint!"