Outside the tavern, there was silence and no one saw how Ye Cheng took action.

Seeing this scene, the eight saints in the tavern were all cold. They just now suspected that it was not Ye Chengzhen who killed the three saints of the ancient clan. Behind him, there was another master who was inconvenient to appear and control everything. Now they would never doubt it anymore.

He was able to slap Feiyun and sword in front of the eight saints, and let him kneel outside accurately. This method alone was shocking to the heavens and the gods were not comparable to these saints!

‘How did he do it?’ Wang Youruo’s eyes were horrified. She held her breath, her breasts were fluctuating violently.

Ji Wuming, Wang Tianhua and other holy ancestors all stiffened and stayed there.

‘It’s too powerful, no wonder Xiaoer loses to him…’ Ling Xiaotian, the saint of Ling clan, lowered his head and did not dare to look at Ye Cheng’s gaze.

"this……"

Everyone outside looked at each other, all of whom were dumbfounded, their eyes were about to protrude, and making a saint ancestor kneel down was even more shocking than killing him.

You should know that the holy ancestor of the ancient clan represents the face of the ancient clan.

"ah!"

Yun Yijian roared, and the ancient sword behind him roared, instantly pierced through the sword sheath and poured out, full of murderous intent.

"If you kneel down, you will kneel down. If you dare to move a little, you will kill you immediately." Ye Cheng sneered, not a joke.

“Buzz…”

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar, and the tavern was in an instant and the crowd was in full swing.

Yun Yijian's old face turned red. His eyes were so angry that he said, "Zhu Zi, you bully people too much. Even if I die, I will not accept you!"

"Ahhhhh! The sword rises!"

Yun Yijian roared wildly, and his feet stomped on the ground. He rushed up at night. The ancient sword in the sword box behind him broke through the constraints of the sword box, and fell into Yun Yijian's hand like a dragon.

"Ao!"

The ancient sword sounded like a real dragon in its body.

"Zhuzi, I have been practicing sword for eight thousand years, and I have killed several Saint-level powerful men! You, a stinky boy, dare to make me kneel down, I will kill you!"

Yun Yijian shouted loudly. He stood in the void, holding the sword in one hand, condensing a powerful "power". Around him, hundreds of sword lights rushed out and connected with the sky. They were gorgeous and dazzling, almost tearing the void, as if they were about to penetrate Xiaohan, with an extremely amazing momentum!

"Hiss! What a terrifying sword energy, it is worthy of being the ancestor of the Yun clan. He claims that there is nothing in the world, and he cannot cut it with one sword!" A semi-saint existence, standing in the crowd, trembling all over his body excitedly, and his eyes looked at Yun Yijian, full of worship and respect.

"Everything can be cut open with one sword, so great!" Another semi-saint sighed.

The other monks were all stunned. When did they have seen such a formation? This is an ancient saint who took action personally.

"Sharp!"

Yun Yijian's long gray hair was fluttering, and his eyes were extremely sharp, like a tiger. The entire tavern was shrouded by his sword intent and slashed down with one sword!

"Yun Yijian, do you even want to kill us?"

The other saints in the tavern were frightened and couldn't help but scold them.

These powerful people of the Saint Ancestor level led the young people in their clan to exit the tavern quickly. The Saint Ancestors were creepy. This sword was really terrifying.

Even if they are Saint-level powerful people, they feel the monstrous murderous intent. If they do not retreat, they are still in the tavern and may fall with them!

"It's over..."

The owner of the tavern was so scared that he trembled all over. He sat on the ground and looked up at the sky, his eyes full of horror. The holy ancestor of the ancient clan took action himself. Where could he be spared in this tavern?

I can only kneel down and pray, hoping that a miracle will happen.

All the ancient saints retreated, and Ye Cheng sat firmly in the tavern, poured a glass of osmanthus wine, and drank it all in one go.

"Buzz!"

The void cracked open, and the sword light slashed out by Yun Yijian finally arrived, and was about to cut open the tavern.

The Holy Ancestors stood in the void with a cold eyes in their eyes.

"The Chinese people are too ruthless. Even if he can kill the saint, he will not be able to survive without avoiding the sword of the saint ancestor of the Yun clan!" Wang Tianhua, the saint ancestor of the royal clan, shook his head and sighed softly.

"Grandpa Zu, are you saying Ye Cheng really going to die?" Wang Youruo looked at Wang Tianhua, his beautiful eyes full of complexity.

"I will definitely die. Even I can't guarantee that I can take this sword!" Wang Tianhua shook his head gently.

Hearing this, Wang Youruo's delicate body trembled slightly.

"when!"

At this moment, a bell sound came, like a yellow bell. The originally boiling sky suddenly became quiet. The bell sound was as if it came from the beginning of the world, and it was long and long.

"This is……"

All the saints present were shocked, and they seemed to be unable to hear anything else in their ears, and only this bell sound was left.

Time is almost static.

Everyone looked at it and saw a big black bell attacking in the tavern. It cut through the void. In front of the tavern, the sword energy cut by Yun Yijian fell on the black bell, leaving no trace left. The big black bell directly melted the sword energy and pressed against Yun Yijian.

"Boom!"

The void trembled, and the world was about to lose its color. At first glance, the sky cracked open, and this big black bell suppressed towards Yun Yijian with the power of destroying the dead.

"ah!"

Yun Yijian screamed, and all kinds of methods were used. Even the immortal sword in his hand was slashed out and landed on the black bell. A holy-level Taoist soldier exploded like a clay sculpture in an instant, turning into countless pieces and dispersed around.

A scene that made everyone frightened. No matter how Yun Yijian used his methods, various magic weapons that had been sacrificed for many years were sacrificed, the brilliant light in the void surged. These were the light emitted by the holy-level heavy weapons, but even so, they could still not stop the footsteps of the black bell!

Under the power of the Black Bell, all magical instruments were turned into powder.

The black bell is coming!

"puff!"

Yun Yijian's body was split into pieces, turning into countless blood and bones, and his Nascent Soul was wiped out by the black bell, which happened in an instant.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone stopped breathing.

If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes, who would dare to believe it? A powerful man at the Saint Ancestor level was killed by one blow. No matter what means he used, he would not be able to save his life and even the Nascent Soul could not escape!

"A single blow to kill?"

Everyone was stunned. Ji Wuming, Wang Tianhua, Ling Xiaotian and others were stiff in place, and the younger generations of the ancient clan were even more shocked. Wang Youruo stood behind the royal clan's Holy Ancestor, her pretty face was flushed, and she exhaled like orchids, and she was very excited.

"Old ancestor..."

The Yun clan members were all scared to death, as if they had lost their parents. Their ancestors were killed. Could it be that the Yun clan wanted to follow the footsteps of the Qin clan, Zhao clan, and Lin clan?

Thinking of this, all the people of the Yun clan felt despair and their bodies were trembling.

"when!"

The bell sounded faintly, and the black bell in the void rang lightly and flew back to the tavern, turning into a size of a foot, hanging above Ye Cheng's head, and thousands of black chaotic auras were hanging down. At this moment, Ye Cheng was like the Emperor of Heaven, stepped out of the tavern, stood at the door, and glanced at everyone.

"Who else is not convinced?"

Ye Cheng spoke lightly, his tone was calm, but it fell into everyone's hearts, like a blow of thunder.

Everyone's bodies trembled slightly.

The eight ancient saints of the ancient clan looked at Ye Cheng with unbelievable eyes. They all thought that Ye Cheng was dead and was about to fall under this sword!

But who would have thought that at the last moment, Ye Cheng snatched a big black bell and made a Jedi counterattack, and strongly killed the Holy Ancestor of the Yun Clan.

Faced with Ye Cheng's problem, no one dared to speak. When Ye Cheng's eyes swept, everyone lowered their heads in panic. Even the holy ancestor of the ancient clan dared not look at his eyes.

"That's great, so good, we are not dead, thank God, thank God!"

At this moment, the owner of the tavern laughed in surprise. He and the waiter cried with joy and hugged each other to celebrate the life of the disaster. Even the Holy Ancestor dared not speak. Unexpectedly, an ordinary mortal, the owner of the tavern, dared to laugh.

A strange feeling flashed through everyone's heart.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the owner of the tavern stepped forward, closed the door of the tavern, and blocked the windows, as if he was not going to let these "big people" come in again.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. If these big men wanted to enter this tavern, even if he installed ten or hundreds of gates, he would not be able to stop the Saint Ancestor's footsteps.

Ye Cheng had no intention of continuing to go back to the tavern. He climbed up to the sky, looked down at the saints, and sneered: "What? If no one answered, they all had an objection to me."

"when!"

The Chaos Bell trembled slightly, and the sound of the bell came again, which shocked all the ancient saints and got goose bumps all over. They all thought that Ye Cheng was going to attack anyone, and they all retreated quickly in the void as if they were facing a great enemy.

"No, no!"

"I have no objection to you!"

The remaining eight ancient tribe saints retreated while speaking in panic.

Ye Cheng had the power of the gods in the world. He had that big black bell in his hand and was almost invincible. All the saints bowed their heads.

"Since you have no objection, what does it mean to gather here and block me here?" Ye Cheng sneered.

He didn't believe that these nine saints were all here to worship him. If he hadn't had his amazing strength, he would have a special purpose in destroying Yun's saint ancestor Yun with one blow, completely shocking the remaining eight saints, most of them would have to join forces to attack him!

The Ziwei Star Realm, the twelve ancient tribes, prosper and all the losses. He destroyed the Qin, Zhao and Lin tribes, and it was impossible for the rest of the ancient tribes to ignore them. Today, they appeared here together, which is the best proof.
Chapter completed!