Chapter 5868: The Power of the Three Ancestors! (Second Update)

Ye Chen took this opportunity to snatch the weapon of the Xumi Saint Monk with all his strength and grabbed the Vajra in his hand.

The two fought, and the victory or defeat was only in a flash, which was dazzling.

The Xumi Saint Monk's weapon was taken away, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, and then his blood boiled, and his face was red with anger.

"Thank you."

Ye Chen took a step back calmly. He had just met the two and fought to the point of both sides being injured. In fact, it was not reckless, but he had the Dust Tablet to protect his body, which was enough to block the fatal blow of the Xumi Saint Monk, and he would not really perish together.

At most, he was seriously injured, but even if he was seriously injured, as long as there was a trace of breath, he could revive with his terrifying vitality and the Spirit Tablet!

In this short confrontation, Ye Chen seemed relaxed, but in fact, he used three trump cards in succession, namely the Earth's Core Destroying Pearl, the Azure Dragon Alsophila, and the Wind Feather Spirit Tree, and the spiritual energy consumption was really not light.

Mo Hanxi and Xiaoxuan were shocked. They didn't expect Ye Chen to be so powerful. A master of the ninth level of Taizhen Realm actually had his weapon taken away by him in a single encounter.

"I haven't lost yet, why do you need to give in?"

The Xumi Saint Monk was furious. Although his weapon was taken away, he was not willing to lose. After all, he was just careless for a moment.

If he fought seriously, with his strength of the ninth level of Taizhen Realm, he would not lose to Ye Chen so easily.

Huh!

The Xumi Saint Monk slapped out with a palm, mobilizing all his strength, and hit Ye Chen's chest fiercely.

This time he was very alert to prevent Ye Chen from using any means of Fengyu Spirit Tree to disturb his Tao heart.

With no distractions and full concentration, the Xumi Saint Monk's palm was extremely fierce, far more powerful than just now.

Ye Chen's face was slightly solemn. After all, the gap between him and the Xumi Saint Monk was too big. How could a master of the ninth level of the Taizhen Realm be so easy to deal with?

Just now, he was able to take the initiative and snatch the weapon of the Xumi Saint Monk, relying on many trump cards such as the Earth's Core Destroying Pearl and the Azure Dragon Alsophila, as well as a bit of luck.

At this time, facing the Xumi Saint Monk's unpretentious palm, Ye Chen also felt a huge pressure.

"Xuan Xianzi, Shuo Lao, give me a little strength!"

"Small Chonglou Palm, break!"

In the crisis, Ye Chen's mind emerged with the ancient picture of the small world and the stacked towers. The spiritual energy of his whole body was mobilized, and he whistled out with a palm, and confronted the Xumi Saint Monk head-on.

Fortunately, the power of Xuan Hanyu and Shuo Lao also gathered all over his body in an instant!

This made the small Chonglou Palm that Ye Chen used at this moment even more terrifying!

Bang!

The palms of the two men collided fiercely, and a huge wave of air was immediately stirred up, causing the surrounding space to collapse and explode layer by layer.

Behind Ye Chen, there was a vague illusion of an ancient Chonglou, and the majestic source of power burst out wildly in his palm.

"This is... Xiao Chonglou Palm! The number one pseudo-divine technique!"

The Xumi Saint Monk widened his eyes, and felt an unimaginable palm force whistling at him. The bones of his arm cracked and burst, and were actually broken in an instant.

Puff!

Then, the Xumi Saint Monk opened his mouth and spurted blood wildly. His internal organs had been impacted by Ye Chen's palm power, and were severely shaken. His breathing was a little unstable, but not too serious.

But the Xumi Saint Monk knew very well that if he didn't pay attention, the injury this time would be extremely serious!

Dengdengdeng.

Ye Chen also retreated three steps in embarrassment, his face was slightly pale, and he spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, which was obviously also shaken.

After all, Xumi Saint Monk is a master of the ninth level of Taizhen Realm. Even if Ye Chen borrows the power of Xuanxianzi and Shuo Lao to use the Xiao Chonglou Palm, at most he can only fight with the opponent to a draw.

"Brother Ye!"

Mo Hanxi hurriedly stepped forward to support Ye Chen.

Xiao Xuan also ran over to support Ye Chen, holding Ye Chen's big hand with her small hand, pouring her own spiritual energy into it to relieve Ye Chen's injuries.

In this confrontation, Ye Chen and Xumi Saint Monk both lost, but Ye Chen's condition seemed much better than Xumi Saint Monk.

The victory and defeat were clear, and it was obvious that Ye Chen won.

"Xiao Chonglou Palm, I didn't expect that this number one pseudo-divine art was actually in your hands."

Xumi Saint Monk coughed twice, took out a healing pill and swallowed it, barely adjusted his breath, and looked at Ye Chen with shock and surprise.

The small Chonglou Palm was a pseudo-divine art evolved from the Daqian Chonglou Palm. The Daqian Chonglou Palm ranked first, so the small Chonglou Palm naturally ranked first among the pseudo-divine arts.

The Xumi Saint Monk did not expect that Ye Chen actually possessed such a powerful magical power. Even if he lost, he would not be wronged and would be convinced.

However, he also knew that it would be difficult for Ye Chen to perform such a method for the second time in a short period of time. If he did it again, Ye Chen would definitely lose.

There was silence in the Earth Center Temple.

The three ancestors seemed to be shocked by Ye Chen's magical power.

Boom!

After a long silence, the door of the Earth Center Temple opened, and three rays of light burst out, revealing the figures of the three ancestors on the ground.

The three ancestors were all white-haired, gaunt, and majestic.

In the center, a man sat on the Hell Skull Throne, with a demonic flame all over his body and a sinister aura of destruction. He looked like the ancestor of the Hong family.

On his left hand side, there was an old man sitting on a seven-treasure lotus platform with a halo of Buddha’s light. He had the aura of the Hinayana Buddhism and was obviously the ancestor of the Lin family.

On the right hand side, there was a man sitting on a Taoist cushion with an immortal look and a sword-like aura floating around him. He must be the ancestor of the Mo family.