After saying that, Ye Chen pulled out his black robe, covered his whole body, and also sacrificed the ghost mask, covering his face.

Silently, step out of the sky and enter a new world.

"Oh...good! Someone came out of the penalty area." Ye Chen had just landed on the ground and heard the screams.

It was outside Tianxu. There were many people in groups of three or five, most of them were monks who came to see Tianxu’s true appearance.

Just like the Forgetful River in the past, foreign monks always wanted to see the forbidden area with great reputation, so they came together.

It was just like that. When they were watching, Ye Chen came out, which shocked the monks from all directions to retreat one after another.

"This is so shocking. There are living people coming out in the penalty area." Surprising voices came one after another.

"Is it the supreme existence in the restricted area? It's coming out."

"With a black robe and a mask, I can't see his face clearly." Many monks have already started to escape.

It’s just that Ye Chen is a person who came out of the restricted area. He has a mysterious halo that makes people dare not stay easily.

And his pressure is so strong that it makes people feel trembling.

Ye Chen ignored the discussions from all directions, stepped onto Xutian in one step, and headed straight for the other side, as fast as a faint light.

However, the news that someone came out of the restricted area seemed to have wings and drifted infinitely to all directions of Zhongzhou.

"People come out of the forbidden area? It's true or false." Zhongzhou shook, and anyone who listened to it would tremble his mind.

That is the forbidden area of ​​heaven, with a great reputation, no entry or exit, and no life, and a nightmare for monks.

"In the past, the seven sons of Donghua attacked and almost wiped out the entire army. The legend still makes people feel air-conditioned."

"Is this a terrible sign for endless years? "

The quiet night becomes uneasy, with a layer of haze covering it, which is dimmer than the night, making people unable to sleep.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, Ye Chen stopped like a stone statue, letting the wind raged, and it didn't move at all.

Although nine days have passed, the world is still filled with blood mist, and the howling wind carries desolate and mournful cry.

The scenes of hundreds of reincarnated people tragically die in my mind, and the blooming blood flowers are like sharp knives, cutting through his heart and engraving his bones.

There were tears in Ye Chen's eyes, blurring his sharp vision.

In the hazy, he seemed to be able to see the real man Hengyue and the others, and waved to him and smiled before they set off.

They left, and they went to Huangquan, not their hometown.

"Go along the way." Ye Chen took out the wine pot and poured it on the ground, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes.

He also left and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

He appeared in the ancient city of Kunlun for a long time.

The ancient city of Kunlun at night is more prosperous than during the day.

There will be no less discussion, and it will be spread from tea stalls and wine shops. Wherever there are people, there will be gossip.

What they said is what happened in these days: the blood disaster in the mountains of the heavens, the ancient holy body was destroyed...

Ye Chen walked past gently, and when he passed by the restaurant where the Kunlun Banquet was held in the past, he still looked back and glanced at it. He had destroyed a lot of geniuses at that time.

After closing his eyes, he turned around and stepped into a street, and found a small grocery store in the corner.

This is an intelligence cabinet that specializes in buying and selling intelligence.

The owner of the grocery store is a young man with a pretty face, with a quasi-saint level cultivation level, sitting there reading ancient books.

Seeing Ye Chen coming, he immediately put down the ancient book, and his laughter was very warm, "What do fellow Taoist want?"

"Nine days ago, you can know what happened at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain." Ye Chen said lightly, his voice was old and hoarse.

"I know it myself." The young man couldn't help but smile.

"I want all the information that those who surround the Holy Body, their identities, forces, families, and these information." Ye Chen's tone was majestic.

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyebrows, looked at Ye Chen subconsciously, and said to himself, "What is this person going to do."

"I'm very busy, my speed." Ye Chen snorted coldly.

"Fellow Taoist please wait." The young man smiled embarrassedly and hurriedly walked in to get the information.

His work efficiency is still very high. He came out with a storage bag in just two or three minutes.

"One thousand five million Yuanshi, this store will not bargain."

Ye Chen said nothing, flew out a storage bag while brushing his hand, and then raised his hand to take away the information from the young man's hand.

He left again, coming and leaving in a hurry.

Behind him, the pretty young man subconsciously wiped his cold sweat, "This man is so powerful."

Ye Chen had pulled open the storage bag, and there were jade slips inside, each of which was sealed with information.

He crushed it directly, and the information was imprinted in the sea of ​​gods.

The intelligence of the Intelligence Bureau has always been very accurate and detailed.

Nearly 10,000 monks surrounded and killed him that day.

In this information, each of them is listed, including identity, cultivation and power.

Of course, it also includes those who have been killed by him, such as the Demon Son and the God Son of the God Son.

It is also a blessing for the demons and gods who have proclaimed themselves back to the ancient land. If they know that their prince has been destroyed, they will definitely be wanted by another race, and the formation is very large.

"Don't worry, come one by one." Ye Chen's words were cold and many figures flashed through the sea of ​​divine: Feng Xian'er, the God of Immortals, the God of Immortals, the God of Burial, the God of Heaven, the Can of Heaven, and the Taoist of the Supreme Yang.

While speaking, he turned silently into a green building, where there were people who surrounded and killed him that day.

"Oh, why did the uncle come?" As soon as he came in, he saw Qing. Madam Lou swaying a silk silk and approached with a flattering smile on his face, flattering.

Ye Chen did not answer, stepped onto the third floor in one step, and found a private room very accurately, and then kicked open the door.

In the room, there was a man and a woman doing things that were erotic, all naked, and the male cultivator was full of evil charm.

"Bastard, who asked you to come in?" The male cultivator shouted angrily, good things were disturbed, and he was very angry, and the killing sword suddenly appeared.

Ye Chen came in an instant, destroying his Danhai with one finger.

The scream suddenly rang out, scaring the female cultivator so much that she hurriedly covered her body with a silk quilt, looking at Ye Chen in horror.

Ye Chen ignored, or said nothing from beginning to end, and turned around and left the room with the male cultivator.

He did not kill the male cultivator because he wanted the male cultivator to kneel down and die in Zhutian Mountain and use blood to pay tribute to the reincarnated people.

Outside the door, an old man in purple robe blocked Ye Chen's way, Nai Qing's house guard, and his cultivation level was at the level of the Saint King.

"Fellow Taoist, I'll make trouble here, give me an explanation." The old man in purple robe snorted coldly, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

Ye Chen's pace did not diminish, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"Arrogant." The old man in purple robe shouted loudly and slapped him with a palm.

Ye Chen did not look squintedly, but he also showed his palms, which was very casual.

On the spot, the old man with a purple robe in the Saint King flew out, flew backwards, and his body exploded, crashing a restaurant opposite him into a thunderous shattering scene.

Gudong!

Qing. The people in the building, whether they were drinking, playing or flirting with girls, all swallowed hard.

The Holy King level is the Holy King level! He was slapped away by someone casually. Is the person who takes action a quasi-emperor level?

With the attention of everyone and in awe of everyone, Ye Chen walked out of Qinglou, holding the bloody male cultivator in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, private fights are prohibited in Kunlun City." As soon as the Qing Tower came out, an old and ethereal word rang out.

"Get out." Ye Chen said lightly, with the help of the power of the Holy Bone, his voice was light, but it was like an eternal thunder, targeting the man with supreme pressure and majesty.

Now, there was no sound, and the old voice became depressed.

It was not until Ye Chen walked out of Kunlun Ancient City that he saw a white-haired old man in the palace in the city wiped his cold sweat hard, "I saw the ghost, how could such a quasi-emperor level come from?"

After leaving Kunlun City, Ye Chen stepped on the sky and headed straight for one side.

It took him a long time to stop in front of a fairy mountain.

This is the family that surrounded and killed one of him that day. In Xuanhuang Continent, even the third-rate forces cannot be regarded as a third-rate force.

There is a barrier in the fairy mountain, so he skips through it and hangs in the void.

"Who?" A loud shout sounded immediately, and two figures came to the sky. One black and one white, the two old men had their cultivation level at the saint level, and one of them had reached a bottleneck.

"Let him come out." Ye Chen said plainly, holding a scroll in his hand, with a purple-haired young man with fair face and fun at the corners of his mouth.

"Random." The old man in black robe scolded coldly, suddenly rushed over, pinched a large seal in his hand, and Ling Tian held a palm to cover Ye Chen.

Ye Chen looked calm, without any joy or worry, and he just raised his hand slightly, and he didn't even go to see the old man in black robe.

In an instant, the old man in black robe turned into a blood flower, and both his body and soul were silent.

"This..." The old man in white robe changed his expression and took a step back, his eyes also highlighted, and his expression was full of fear.

Not only was he afraid, but everyone in the fairy mountain was afraid.
To be continued...