Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

There were roars above the sky, and the battle was as fierce as ever.

Just as the ancestor of Tianzong said, it was only a matter of time before Tongxuan was defeated. With his strong combat power, he was beaten to the point of being beaten without any power to turn over in front of Ye Chen.

At this moment, Xu Tian had already covered his bloody veil, and two bloody figures were still fighting, one was a master and the other was a disciple, and now he was like an enemy who would never die.

puff!

Amid the roar, Zhenren Tongxuan was slashed into the void by Ye Chen's knife, and his bloody figure fell from the sky, which was very dazzling.

boom!

Under the attention of everyone, the falling body of Zhenren Tongxuan hit the earth heavily.

He was injured too seriously, with countless blood all over his body. One arm was torn apart during the war, half of his head was broken, and he had no human form. This may be the worst time he has been injured since his practice.

Win!

The Hengyue Sect suddenly became jubilant and shook the earth.

"He...he actually defeated the ancestor." Those who were imprisoned in the Hengyue dungeon seemed to be able to see a scene outside.

Seeing the bloody scene, his body trembled and his face was pale, because they knew that Tong Xuan's defeat would never have a chance to turn over, and the consequences could be imagined.

I regret it! I regret being an enemy of Ye Chen!

At this moment, people like Qingyang Zhenren, Zhao Zhijing, Kong Cao, Zishan, Zuo Qiuming, Jiang Hao and others only now understand what real regret is. Their former superiority has caused a huge disaster for today.

Impossible, this is impossible!

Yin Zhiping, who was locked on the stone tablet, roared hysterically like a mad dog, his eyes were full of ferociousness, and his face was a bit distorted.

Ye Chen's strength made him unacceptable, and Tong Xuan's defeat made him unacceptable, because his last glimmer of hope was also shattered. He knew that what was waiting for him would be cut into pieces.

Bang!

In the shocked tide, Ye Chen fell from the sky, perhaps because his body was too heavy, so that the earth was trampled and broken.

He was also injured, but the time he fought against Yin Zhiping was nothing. He had the domineering ancient holy body and the domineering recovery power, allowing him to ignore the scars on his body.

"Tongxuan, you lost." Ye Chen looked at Tongxuan quietly, his words were plain.

"I'm right! I'm right!" Under the gaze of everyone, Zhenren Tongxuan got up, staggering and roaring hysterically. Until this time, he was unwilling to admit that he was wrong.

"You are right, you are right." Ye Chen said lightly, "But what does it have to do with us if you are right or wrong? Who cares about your right or wrong? Where does it come from in this world? What qualifications do you have to discuss this issue with me? Did you, who was once arrogant, ever imagined that there would be today?"

ah....!

Ye Chen's words made Zhenren Tongxuan roar again, and his whole heart veins burst, and he lay down on the sky.

As life and death die, he smiled a little sadly.

Once upon a time, how could he not know Yin Zhiping’s viciousness, how could he not know Ye Chen is more suitable to be a head coach than Yin Zhiping, how could he not know how outrageous he was wrong?

However, he knew that he was wrong, but he was unwilling to admit his mistake, because he was Hengyue’s ancestor and Hengyue’s heaven. He believed that he would not be wrong and his majesty could not be disobeyed.

Now, he is suffering from the consequences. He is arrogant and betrayal of his relatives. No one will hurt him until his death. During the Ghost Festival, no one may give him a stick of incense. His ending is to turn into a piece of loess in a tomb covered with weeds.

What face do I have to meet the ancestors of Hengyue in the past dynasties?

Before the light of his eyes disappeared, a trace of self-mockery flashed across his mouth, but his regret came a little late.

At this moment, the cold wind was howling, and there was still a song of death resounding in the dark, carrying sadness, vicissitudes and fatigue.

The so-called success, king, defeat, bandits are as cruel as such, and the loser is destined to end miserably.

Why!

Seeing Zhenren Tongxuan closing his eyes, Yang Dingtian and the others sighed, with a look of pain in their eyes.

Although they hated Tongxuan, he was the teacher who taught the Tao in the past.

Until now, they still remember the scene when they were brought to Hengyue for the first time. How innocent they were at that time, and how could they think of standing opposite their master?

Why!

With another sigh, Yang Dingtian moved his foot and took away the body of Zhenren Tongxuan. Even if he hated him, he would still give him a place to return.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Soon, there were continuous shouts of killing sounds, and the tide-like figures in Hengyue Sect came out and headed straight for Yin Zhiping.

"No, no...no..." Yin Zhiping's eyes were full of fear, his face turned pale, and his body was trembling.

"If you come out and have to pay it back." Xie Yun and the others walked up with their swords of killing. No one would feel compassion at this moment. The blood debt should be paid with blood. If you don't kill you, how can you comfort the dead souls?

ah.....!

Amid the shrill wailing, Yin Zhiping was drowned, and his blood flowed on the quilt, dyeing the names of everyone's carved on the stone tablet red.

A big show ended, which was a great pleasure.

On this side, Ye Chen had already reached the door of the Hengyue Sect dungeon with the killing sword. His expression was neither happy nor worried, nor any emotional fluctuations.

"Ye Chen..." When Ye Chen was about to enter the dungeon, Chu Ling'er stepped forward and grabbed him, as if she knew what he was going to do. Others, such as Yang Dingtian and the ancestor of Tianzong, also looked at Ye Chen.

"I'll do the murder." Ye Chen said lightly, then raised his foot and walked into the Hengyue Sect dungeon.

"Give us...give us, spare us." Seeing Ye Chen walking in with a killing sword, Qingyang Zhenren, Zhao Zhijing and others begged one after another. Although they knew that these were useless achievements, they still held a glimmer of hope.

Ye Chen did not say anything, and came slowly, his pace was very steady. He didn't hear about Qingyang Zhenren and others' begging him, and he was just constantly waving the killing sword in his hand.

At this moment, he was colder than anyone else. Behind him was a series of blood-colored footprints. Every time he swung his sword, there would be many figures falling in the pool of blood. Even if he died, his eyes still had a look of fear.

If you come out and get it, you always have to pay it back!

Ye Chen's voice has not dissipated in the dungeon for a long time. While your hands are covered with blood, you should have thought that today will come true.

Ahhhh...!

The dungeon was filled with shrill screams and wails, which made everyone feel cold, as if the dungeon was a hell of endless distance.

Why!

Yang Dingtian and the others sighed again.

This is the cruelty of seizing power by force, full of blood.

At some point, the screams disappeared.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Chen walked out of the underground palace, holding the Chixiao Sword with blood in his hand, and his body was covered with blood, as if he was a bloody Shura who came out of hell.

For some reason, seeing Ye Chen's appearance in this way, everyone present felt a sense of fear inexplicably.
Chapter completed!