Chapter 1322 Those Who Follow Me Will Prosper, Those Who Go Against Me Will Perish!

As this voice fell.

Between heaven and earth, a huge river of Dan, like a waterfall, rushed forward, covering the sky and earth and shaking the four fields.

And after hearing that old voice, the head of Qingling Sect, who had been desperate, could not help but show ecstasy, as if he had seen a savior.

In the eyes of everyone, a red Dan river rushed forward, and in the red Dan river, an old man in a red robe appeared, with long sleeves flying in the air, white eyebrows rolling in all directions, fairy spirit floating, and a vast aura on his body.

"Qingling Ancestor!!!"

Someone exclaimed.

The rest of the people were in an uproar, as if they recognized that the person who came was the only god of transformation in Qingling Sect - Qingling Ancestor!

Just when everyone thought that the Qingling Patriarch would attack Ye Chen, they saw the former bowing to Ye Chen and smiling: "My fellow Taoist, if you have anything to say, please talk to him nicely. Don't be impulsive."

When Ye Chen saw the other party appear, he was not surprised, but a hint of joy appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What else do you have to say?"

"I am the ancestor of the Qingling Sect. I hope that this fellow Taoist will spare Ku He's life for my sake."

The Qingling Patriarch smiled and said: "Afterwards, my Qingling Sect will definitely compensate you."

"Yes, I am willing to compensate, I am willing to compensate."

The soul of the head of the Qingling Sect nodded repeatedly. It was not easy for him to cultivate to this day. He had every hope of entering the God Transformation Stage. If he died like this, all his hard work would be in vain.

"It's not impossible for Ye to let this man go!"

Ye Chen looked at the soul of the leader of the Qingling Sect in his hand, and then looked up at the Qingling Patriarch: "You have to agree to Ye's three conditions."

"Fellow Daoist Ye, just say it." The Qingling Patriarch nodded and smiled, but he didn't dare to speak too slowly. After all, people who have lived to this age are extremely concerned about cause and effect.

Ye Chen said slowly: "First, Ye wants you to submit to me!"

When this was said, everyone was shocked and thought they had heard it wrong.

The smile on the Qingling Patriarch's face gradually faded, and his expression also sank. He narrowed his eyes and said: "What about the second?"

Ye Chen said again: "Second, your Qingling Sect will offer one million spirit stones, which is also considered to be a sacrifice for this person."

One million spirit stones?

The corners of the Qingling Patriarch's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes became a little cold: "What about the third?"

"Third, I want to see the fairy messenger from Luoxia Domain."

Ye Chen said three conditions in a row.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief, thinking he was crazy. Even if you were a Divine Lord, you wouldn't ask for such a high price.

The smile on Qing Ling's face disappeared, and his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Daoyou, are you sure you want to be so aggressive?"

"Those who obey me will prosper, and those who disobey me will perish!"

Ye Chen also narrowed his eyes: "If you don't obey, not only this person will die today, but you will die too!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Qing Ling said okay three times in a row.

He waved his long sleeves, and a blood-colored river of elixir nearly a hundred feet long immediately emerged behind him, with boiling flames surging in it, directly melting the void.

Seeing this, Ye Chen looked at him with a half-smile: "Are you sure you want to fight me?"

"I can't guarantee that I can capture you."

The Qingling Patriarch smiled coldly and said, "But if you count Gu Daoyou, you will definitely die today!!!"

"Boom!!!"

As his voice fell, a sword light broke through the void and fell on the flat ground like thunder in broad daylight.

Finally, a black-clothed boy with a lotus throne and a surging sword intent appeared. Although the boy's face was only a dozen years old, his temples were white, and there was a heart-pounding black and white color in his eyes.

"Gu Jianmen Patriarch Gu Shentong!"

Seeing the person coming, Jiang Yu blurted out subconsciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone gasped and their faces were full of horror.

Another Divine Lord!

Someone lowered his voice and asked, "Why is the Qingling Patriarch so old, while the Gujianmen Patriarch has a baby face?"

"It is said that the Gujianmen Patriarch was forced to die and reincarnate because of his death. The Gujianmen disciples found his reincarnation and awakened his past life memories in advance, so he kept his baby face..."

An insider whispered, but before he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew and directly cut him in half.

The whole audience was silent for a moment, and no one dared to speak.

The Qingling Patriarch looked at Gu Shentong expressionlessly: "Fellow Daoist Gu, you are a little slow!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's do it!"

Gu Shentong shouted, and sixteen strange fonts shot out of his body. These sixteen strange fonts turned into a golden giant sword more than ten feet long in the end.

The golden giant sword was engraved with strange golden runes, and waves of heart-pounding power came from it.

The pupils of the Qingling Patriarch shrank slightly, and then he looked at Ye Chen with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Ye, it's not too late for you to kneel down and surrender now!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, as if disappointed: "Well, it seems that I can only force the immortal to show up by killing!"

When he finished speaking, a ten-foot-high golden wheel appeared behind Ye Chen, and he turned into a golden long rainbow that penetrated the sky and earth, and a punch broke the sky.

The fist light was bright, illuminating the sky and the earth.

"Not good!!!"

At that moment, the hairs of Gu Shentong, the ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect, stood up, and he felt a breath of death coming towards him.

"Quickly retreat!!!"

He wanted to teleport out in an instant.

However, the next moment, he was horrified to find that the space around him was blocked, like a copper wall that could not be broken.

"Bang!!!"

At that moment, the sky and the earth exploded, and the void collapsed.

Then, Gu Shentong screamed, and his body exploded from the inside, and even the Purple Mansion could not bear it and collapsed.

"No!!!"

A roar of unwillingness and horror shook the four fields.

Gu Shentong exploded from head to toe, and his body and soul were all wiped out, and his soul was completely scattered.

With one punch, Gu Shentong, the ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect, the God of the initial stage of the God of Transformation, and the figure standing at the top of the Luoxia Domain died!

In an instant, there was a dead silence in the sky and on the ground.

Everyone's expression was sluggish.

That was the God of Transformation, not a cabbage!

Before everyone could react, Ye Chen raised his eyes slightly, and his indifferent eyes finally fixed on the ancestor of the Qingling Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, misunderstanding..."

The Qingling Patriarch retreated in horror, wanting to beg for mercy, but seeing Ye Chen pressing him step by step, he could not help but kneel heavily on the ground, his voice extremely sharp: "I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender!"

He was completely scared!

Where did this evil star come from? Even the vicious man a while ago was not as scary as this one!

Ye Chen said: "Relax your mind, let me plant the soul mark!"

The Qingling Patriarch gritted his teeth and finally let go of his mind. He suddenly felt that there was an extra mark in his mind, just like a time bomb was planted.

Ye Chen said again: "Now, take me to see the fairy messenger!"