"This is the trial ground for cultivating mystical knowledge, also called purgatory on earth. It is a purgatory created by fantasy. No laws are revealed here. No matter what your cultivation level is, you have to lie down obediently when you come. Here, the competition is between the power of heaven and the power of heaven.
The condensation of the power of control and law.”
"If you don't want to die, you may find the answer there!"
The mysterious man raised his head slightly, signaling Ye Chen to look back.
Behind Ye Chen, in the deepest part of this isolated city, there is a magnificent and boundless arena, its height reaches into the sky, and there is no dome in sight.
A lot of the blood-red mottled wall skin has fallen off, adding a touch of simplicity and solemnity. There, the blood light there has a faint meaning of breaking into the avenue of heaven and earth, and the space here has a hint of sweet and fishy taste.
"I'll give it to you. Your injury should recover soon."
The mysterious man handed Ye Chen a small bottle, with only a few drops of crystal clear liquid left in it, like water, but smooth and exuding warmth.
He waved his hand and then said loudly to the sky:
"Chu Lan, I'm waiting for you at the Xiuxuan Zenith. If you can successfully arrive within the time limit, I can choose to cooperate with you and inherit the Six Forms of Nirvana from the God of Silence!"
The mysterious man's voice was extremely loud and could be faintly heard in almost every corner of the entire isolated city.
Ye Chen always felt that something was wrong. When this guy said this, didn't the people here regard him as the Chu Lan he mentioned?
He wanted to explain, but the figure of the mysterious man had disappeared.
After Ye Chen's confrontation with the mysterious man, the two of them left the originally noisy street one after another. It was not until they disappeared that the closed taverns reopened their doors.
"Immortal Emperor Changqing Niang, three heads on the neck!"
The charming shouts in front of the door echoed again, the heads of people gradually began to move, and the river of blood began to flow again.
Many people looked at Ye Chen's leaving figure.
…
"This place is probably created by Ji Shen's fantasy. Why does he keep inviting others here for trials?"
"Could it be that he, like the Hidden Saint, is looking for countless geniuses to crack the Tiandou Massacre Sword?"
"It's not that easy."
"But the only clue right now is to control the general trend of heaven!"
Ye Chen recalled the mysterious man's blow just now.
Obviously, even he couldn't mobilize any spiritual power in his body. That palm was integrated into the avenue here. If he hadn't used the power of the Iron Throne and the Soaring Dragon Star to remove 80% of his power, I'm afraid he would have been killed.
That guy was shot through alive.
"The condensation of the power of law!"
Ye Chen also tried the power of his own laws. Except for some of the laws of destruction and the laws of reincarnation, none of them could be manifested. Since entering this city, even the power of the reincarnation bloodline could not be fully mobilized. He was also in contact with the reincarnation cemetery.
The reincarnation diagram of martial arts, even the desperate situation of abandoning the world and cutting off contact.
He has a lot of trump cards, but many of them cannot be used. In other words, due to the rules of this place, he can only use some of them.
The power of Dragon Soaring Star and Blood Dragon can be used partially.
But what surprised him was that one trump card was not restricted!
It is the ancestral coffin that was abandoned in a desperate situation!
It seems that this ancestral coffin has a lot of history, and it can be used if faced with a crisis.
"cough!"
Ye Chen felt a dull pain in his chest. He took out the small bottle handed to him by the mysterious man and looked at it: "Chang Qingnian, where did this wine come from?"
At this moment of confusion, a cold light lit up from all directions, blocking all Ye Chen's escape routes.
"The law of wind?"
This type of attack, placed in the outside world, could be easily broken by even him now, but now, in the lonely city where all methods are hidden, it is just a killing move.
Ye Chen stood on the spot, allowing the swords from all directions to come at him without dodge. Just when everyone thought they were about to succeed, they saw blood gushing from his back covered under his long gown, and the eight people's offensive was instantly blocked.
collapse.
laugh!
Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and he immediately swung his sword: "Break the Nine Heaven-Severing Swords for me!"
With one strike of the sword, the heads of the eight people were moved instantly, blood surged like pillars, and the eight straight corpses fell to the ground.
"Is it for this thing?"
Ye Chen looked at the delicate vial in his hand. It was this thing called Changqing Brewing that had caused his own death.
Ye Chen simply did not ink, and when he put a drop into his throat, he felt an indescribable heart-burning pain, followed by waves of numbness in the meridians throughout his body, nourishing his injuries.
"Um?"
"poisonous!"
Soon he discovered something was wrong. Although the wine named Changqing could repair injuries, toxins were spreading and breeding.
"There's something wrong with that guy!"
Ye Chen's expression was a little solemn. However, since the Poison Monument in the Mysterious Monument of Samsara moved instantly, the problem was not serious.
He has the strongest reincarnation bloodline in the world, and it is not that easy to poison him.
"Lord Chu Chulan!"
At this moment, a timid voice sounded from the shadow behind Ye Chen, and a swordsman came out. The first moment he saw Ye Chen, he dropped the long sword in his hand.
He knew that if he took action, he would definitely die.
"Can you give me the heads of these eight people?"
He knelt down not far in front of Ye Chen and prayed.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He never thought that he would be recognized as Chu Lan after wearing a mask.
This name appears many times. What is the origin of this person?
But Ye Chen didn't intend to explain too much.
"I'll give it to you. Take them and exchange them for some Changqing's brew. I'll wait for you here. If you dare to run away, you know the consequences!"
Ye Chen said calmly.
"Yes, yes, thank you, Master Chu Lan!"
The sword cultivator bowed to the ground and bowed several times. He picked up the heads scattered in all directions and left happily. Not long after, he returned with a small bottle containing five or six drops.
"I'll take one drop, and I'll reward you with the rest."
After Ye Chen finished speaking, he changed the topic and asked: "Where do these wines come from?"
"Sir, I came from the Xiu Xuan Purgatory. Some taverns hire people to fight in the Purgatory. From there, you can exchange your merits for Chang Qing Brewing."
"The common currency here is the head of Xiangshang. Someone will donate it to the God of Xiuxuan in exchange for the right to live here for a long time."
The sword cultivator who answered that question was obviously a little exhausted. He had obviously reached his limit after several fierce battles and needed Chang Qingnian to recover from his injuries, otherwise he would be the next universal currency.
Ye Chen waved his hand, and the man retreated wisely, and he swallowed the drop of Changqing Brew that he exchanged.
"Pooh!"
The purity is far different from what the mysterious man gave it, but it is still toxic, and even worse.
"Xiu Xuan Shen... what is the origin of this person? What is Ji Shen's plan?"
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed and he looked at the bloody building not far away. This cultivator really lived up to his name.
This chapter has been completed!