Chapter 1172 Return to Tianfeng Sea!

Half an hour later, in the Daluo Palace.

Ye Chen and Xiao Hei sat in the first seats, with all kinds of delicacies in front of them, and the dancing singing girl with long sleeves and graceful dancing steps.

The Daluo Emperor Pei Qinglan sat on the dragon throne, leading a group of ministers to toast Ye Chen frequently.

Although Ye Chen was not interested, he still smiled and responded to the former's enthusiasm.

As if he had noticed his thoughts, Xiao Hei put down the wine glass and said lightly: "Your Majesty, we two came here today to ask for something."

The Daluo Emperor understood instantly, and then clapped his hands, and the singing girl in front of everyone immediately retreated.

The former then looked at Ye Chen with awe: "I wonder what the Emperor Ye needs me for."

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "I want to borrow your majesty's wormhole to go to the Tianfeng Sea. Is that possible?"

The Great Luo Emperor was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Ye Chen's request to be so simple, and then frowned.

"Of course, but the Emperor Ye doesn't know that the situation in the Tianfeng Sea is a bit complicated. Is there a place where we can be used?"

The flattering intention behind his words is self-evident. Not to mention that Ye Chen helped him a lot before, Ye Chen is a genuine Emperor Throne Realm here.

No dynasty is willing to give up the opportunity to make friends with an Emperor Throne Realm strongman.

Ye Chen was about to refuse, but he heard Xiao Hei say: "If your majesty really has this intention, you might as well lend us a few people."

Ye Chen couldn't help but look at him.

Xiao Hei whispered: "Master, since the emperor is willing to help, why not borrow a few thugs from him to help us solve some trivial matters."

"Who do you want to borrow?" Daluo Tianzi said in astonishment.

A cunning look flashed in Xiao Hei's eyes: "Just borrow half of the power of Daluo Wusheng Mountain!"

The so-called Wusheng Mountain is the residence built by the Daluo Dynasty for all the Wusheng in Daluo, and it is also known as the first mountain of Daluo.

There are more than 30 Wushengs on Wusheng Mountain, and half of them are more than ten.

Daluo Tianzi looked embarrassed, as if he was a little hesitant, but then he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, as long as I can help Emperor Ye, I will do my best to help."

After that, he swept his eyes and fell on the purple-clothed old man Wu Gaomin below and said: "Old Wu, you will count the number of people and go with Emperor Ye."

"Yes."

Wu Gaomin stood up and responded.

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This is a vast grassland, the atmosphere is very quiet, and a few lone wolves can be vaguely seen drinking water in the exposed shallows.

"Buzz..."

But this tranquility was broken the next moment. The lone wolf that was drinking water with its head down instantly fled in all directions, as if it had encountered some terrorist incident.

The blue void was actually twisted at this moment. When this distortion reached the extreme, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands tore a hole in the void.

With the appearance of a huge gap, a shocking and monstrous evil spirit swept out of the gap.

In the thick and monstrous evil spirit, a thin figure slowly walked out of the void crack.

When his eyes fell on the scene under his feet, his eyes revealed too much: "Tianfeng Sea, Ye is back again."

Behind him, many figures led by Xiao Hei walked out, and then there was an army that seemed to be made of evil spirits. The evil spirit was so thick that it was like a pen splashing ink in the air.

"Master, is this the Tianfeng Sea?" Xiao Hei, wearing black armor, looked up at the world.

Wu Gaomin sighed: "Wu has been to the Tianfeng Sea once, but it has been a long time, and the memory of the past has become very faint..."

Behind him stood seventeen figures, and the aura emitted made the void tremble faintly.

They were the seventeen martial saints of the Daluo Dynasty. With such power, even if Ye Chen did not take action, it would be enough to sweep across the entire Tianfeng Sea.

Xiao Hei looked at Ye Chen in confusion: "Master, where are we going next?"

"Of course, we will go to Muwang Fort first!"

Ye Chen took a step forward and flew towards the southeast based on the direction in his memory. Xiao Hei and others hurriedly followed.

The group flew thousands of miles along the way, and all they saw were devastated or people fighting. Obviously, during the month when Ye Chen disappeared, the Tianfeng Sea also experienced great turmoil.

"Someone is rushing towards this side."

Ye Chen suddenly looked forward, then stopped, and his consciousness completely covered the outside.

In his perception, he saw that ten miles away, a group of people were rushing towards this side in panic, and behind them there was a large group of people chasing them.

There was even a voice familiar to Ye Chen, that was an old man wearing hemp clothes and with an extremely hunched figure.

It was the missing Nine Yang Sword Master.

"People from Kunwu Holy Land, you can't run away. If you know what's good for you, just fall to the ground and be tied up. Maybe I, the Emperor of Dali, can spare your lives!"

In front of the chasing people, there were two martial saints, one of whom was dressed in black and had an extremely sinister face.

"I, the Kunwu Holy Land, would rather die than surrender!"

The Nine Yang Sword Master had blood on his mouth. Although he was in a very embarrassed state, he still held a long sword in his hand and stayed at the end, fighting and retreating.

"Looking for death!!!"

The old man in black had a cold look in his eyes, and then he joined forces with a martial saint beside him to kill him: "Old Jiuyang, we will send you down to see the master of Taiqing Palace!"

"Boom..."

Under the combined efforts of the two second-level martial saints, the already injured Nine Yang Sword Master was further injured, his right arm flew away, and blood splattered into the sky.

"Sword Master!"

Many disciples of Kunwu Holy Land in the back could not help but tear their eyes and were extremely sad when they saw this.

The breath of Nine Yang Sword Master surged, and he chose to burn his vitality: "Go, go quickly, and save the last trace of blood for my Kunwu Holy Land..."

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from the void: "Nine Yang Sword Master, how are you!"

The next moment!

A thin young man with long hair slowly appeared in the void, and the young man looked at him calmly.

"It's... it's you!"

Nine Yang Sword was first startled, and after seeing Ye Chen's face clearly, a trace of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"Your Excellency..."

The two martial saints' faces changed slightly, and they looked at Ye Chen with fear: "This is my Dali Dynasty's business, I hope you don't..."

They stopped talking before they finished, and saw more than a dozen figures attacking Ye Chen again from behind. The aura emitted by each figure was stronger than theirs!

At that moment, the two black-robed old men had a strong look of horror in their eyes, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably!

Nearly twenty martial saints!!!

Where did they come from?

Not only them, but even the eyes of Jiuyang Sword Master and others were stunned.

Ye Chen took a deep look at the two black-robed old men and the people wearing Dali costumes behind them, and his eyes turned cold: "People from the Dali Dynasty?"