Since this sword was born, it has a history of about 1,500 years. Anyone who touches this sword will undoubtedly die, and dozens or hundreds of true immortals have died.

The bloody lesson made Zixiao Star 1500 billion people afraid of this sword.

For nearly a thousand years since then, no one dared to touch this sword again.

But what about today? There was a young monk who didn’t know how to go down the canyon. What was this not suicide?

"Take death! It's really about to be dying!" An elderly monk stomped his feet in a hurry.

"Master, save this brother quickly, he will die if he goes down!" Some girls shouted anxiously, holding Master's hand.

"Hmph, how could there be such a fool? You really don't know how to live or die!" A young monk sneered.

"Isn't it good to be alive? I have to seek a short opinion of myself, I really can't figure it out." A young female monk shook her head and expressed her confusion.

Nearly tens of thousands of people on both sides of the canyon thought that the young man would definitely die if he jumped down and touched this magical sword.

But the next second!

"Oh my God!"

Everyone screamed out in horror.

I saw Ye Chen stepping on the blade with his feet, and not being shaken into blood mist by the divine sword as they imagined, but was intact and even his shoes were not dissolved.

"how so?"

There was a shocking cry of Hedao True Immortal.

"Oh my god! Why is he okay?"

A young male monk was shocked.

"Wow! This brother is so awesome!"

A girl's eyes shone with golden light and clapped her hands.

"God! I'm not wrong. He actually stepped on the God General without any trouble? He's so handsome!"

A young female monk covered her mouth in disbelief, her eyes full of heat.

At this time, Ji Youdao fell from the sky on the edge of the canyon and shouted to Ye Chen: "How about it, can you collect this sword?"

What!

Take this sword?

Everyone was shocked!

Someone actually wants to collect this sword?

True or fake?

An old Taoist immediately led a pair of male and female disciples to Ji Youdao and asked, "Fellow Taoist, what kind of holy body is your disciple? Why are you not afraid of this sword and still want to collect this sword?"

"Ha ha!"

Ji Youdao smiled heartily and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are wrong. He is not my disciple, but I am not qualified to be his disciple."

"What!"

The old Taoist and the people around him were shocked again.

"Fellow Taoist, aren't you kidding? How profound can he have at such a young age? Fellow Taoist, you have a strong Qi field, and there is no doubt that the true immortal is not qualified to be his disciple?" The old Taoist didn't understand very much.

Ji Youdao laughed again and said, "Fellow Daoist, sometimes what you see with your eyes is not real. This fairy Ye seems young, but his cultivation is unfathomable, far beyond me, so don't underestimate him."

"cut!"

The young male monk next to the old Taoist said disdainfully: "This immortal chief is really good at joking. Judging from his Qi field, he is just a small Nascent Soul. If it weren't for the holy body, he would have been dismantled by the corpse long ago, so how could he still stand?"

His junior sister just now was shocked by Ye Chen and shouted "So handsome", which made him really dissatisfied, so she had to belittle her few words.

"The frog in the well is not aware of the high and the earth!" Ji Youdao glared at him.

"you..."

The young monk was very angry and looked at his master. Seeing that his master seemed to have no intention of standing up for him, he had to swallow his dissatisfaction back into his stomach.

"whee!"

His junior sister said mischievously: "Senior Brother Lin, you are a frog in the well!"

The young monk clenched his fists and wanted to fight Ye Chen alone, proving that he was not a frog in the well. However, he had no holy body and was afraid that he would be blown into blood mist by the Nine Colorful Smoke, so he had to give up.

At this time, Ye Chen controlled his divine thoughts and spells to collect the blood of Ten Thousand Souls, but he rose into the air, his soul left his body, turned into a golden light, and shot into the blood of Ten Thousand Souls.

Inside the sword, the Blood Sea Soul Mountain and the soul of the Immortal King of Ten Thousand Heavenly Profound Realm were chains engraved with runes and tied to both sides of the Blood Sea.

They struggled, roared, and roared.

"Ye Beiming! You will definitely die a bad death!"

"Ye Beiming! I am irreconcilable with you!"

"Ye Beiming! If I go out in the future, I will take my body and be reborn, cultivate to the Taixu realm, and pass the tribulation and become a golden immortal. I will definitely make you lose all the catastrophes! I will make you lose all the catastrophes!!!"

“…”

All were scolding Ye Chen.

"Shut up!"

At this time, a white shadow appeared in the middle of the sea of ​​blood. His white hair was neatly scattered on both sides, looking like a young man, but filled with endless majesty.

His loud shout made the souls of tens of thousands of immortal kings imprisoned in the sword suddenly become as quiet as a cicada, and all his eyes gathered on him, including anger, hatred, fear, fear, and viciousness...

"Restrain your anger and I will take back the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Drinking Sword." Ye Chen said lightly, filled with endless majesty.

It is precisely because the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Drinking Sword left him that no one could shock them that they became extremely violent, and thus gathered into a vast resentment, penetrated out the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Drinking Sword and drifted everywhere. Over time, it would prevent a single grass from growing in a radius of more than one billion miles.

It is precisely because of their resentment that their cultivation is too low that they cannot suppress the overwhelming resentment, so even if there is a mantra to control the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Drinking Sword, they cannot retract the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Drinking Sword.

It is necessary to suppress the resentment of the tens of thousands of immortal kings' souls before he can retract the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Drinking Sword.

"Ye Beiming, have you fallen into the heavenly tribulation? Why are you here?" Youdao Immortal King asked with a resentful look on his face.

"I live in symbiosis with the great way, and the great way is above the heavenly way. How can the thunder tribulation released by the heavenly way make me completely dead?" Ye Chen asked back.

Tens of thousands of immortal kings looked at each other.

Soon, Youdao's soul struggled violently: "Ye Beiming, you dog thief, kill us and the Immortal King, use our flesh and blood to make swords, and imprison our souls as sword spirits. You are so vicious, I want to tear you apart! Tear it up!!!"

Immediately afterwards, another immortal king said ferociously: "You no longer have the majesty of the past, which means you no longer have the majesty of the past. I will use my roar of anger towards you to burn you to death in this sea of ​​blood!!!"

After the words came, he released a terrifying resentment, turning into fire snakes, lingering towards Ye Chen.

The other immortal kings also turned their endless resentment towards Ye Chen into a huge resentment and burned them to Ye Chen.

In an instant, the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Drinking Sword, which was countless billions of feet long, vibrated violently in the deep canyon, and the nine-color mist floating out from the sword was hundreds of times stronger than usual.

"My God! What happened?"

"Why is the earth shaking so strongly? Why is the nine-color smoke becoming so thick?"

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is doing that boy, why is the width of the canyon getting bigger and bigger?"

The vibration caused the ground on both sides of the canyon to tremble violently, just like two plates, gradually separated, and the width of the canyon became larger and larger.

A thousand kilometers away, a terrifying earthquake occurred. The continents on both sides moved towards the sea, and hundreds of billions of people on the entire continent were terrifying for it!

"Oh my God! What a heavy resentment, the Qi shield I released could hardly bear it anymore! Where are you?" The True Immortal Hedao shouted in horror.

"I can't bear it anymore!"

"Me too!"

All the true immortals were suppressed by the terrifying resentment.

"Retreat! Retreat!!!"

Some true immortals shouted loudly and took their disciples or family members to evacuate quickly.

Some people with high cultivation levels feel very stressed, but they are not brave enough to be ruthless. However, they do not dare to stay on both sides of the canyon for too long. They either fly up one hundred thousand feet with their disciples, and look down at the height of the sky where resentment has not spread.

Even a cultivator with a cultivation level like Ji Youdao did not dare to stay for a second, and felt like he ran into the air to watch.

At this time, Ten Thousand Souls Blood Drinks Inside the Sword.

Under the burning of resentment, Ye Chen had nothing, but the sea of ​​blood was burned and surging wildly, roaring wildly.

"Old sons, don't waste your energy. Didn't you tell you just now? My soul and the great way are symbiosis, and even the heavenly tribulation cannot take my life. What can you do to take my life?" Ye Chen asked with a faint smile.

"I don't believe that I can't kill you, the dog thief! I don't believe that!!!"

The immortal king's soul roared wildly, and endless resentment continued to burn Ye Chen.

"Okay, you guys keep going."

Ye Chen said without any worries: "You can kill me, but you can't kill me. When I return to Taixu Realm one day, I will destroy this sword, making you all unable to even be a ghost, and melt all your souls into air to see if you can still make trouble in front of me."

Suddenly, silence!

All the souls of the Immortal Kings dare not speak out.
To be continued...