There is silence in the void space.

Under the escort of many strong men, Ye Chen and others were on their way back to Yuehua Continent.

Everyone was very tacit and did not speak, but they could feel a sense of joy slowly spreading.

This time I went to Tianhua Continent, everything went surprisingly smoothly.

Not only did they kill the Heavenly Gods clan and avenge great revenge, they also plundered all the treasures in the Heavenly Gods clan. This huge amount of wealth alone was enough to completely decline the Heavenly Gods clan.

Not to mention, Ye Chen even grabbed the God Bell.

Just thinking about this, everyone became extremely excited, and they couldn't help but think about how the expression would be if Gu Zhongxin saw such a scene.

"Ye Chen, thank you for your trip." Lin Xinghan walked over, took a deep breath, and bowed slightly to Ye Chen.

Seeing this, Ye Chen hurriedly reached out to help him, but Lin Xinghan refused. He stared at Ye Chen's eyes and said in a plain tone: "No need to refuse, you can bear this bow."

Everyone saw Lin Xinghan's actions and resonated with them in their hearts.

They all knew that Ye Chen was not a human race, but a king of the holy race.

For Ye Chen himself, Tianhua Continent is a sad place.

Here, Ye Chen was chased by countless Qinwu Dynasty and strongly targeted by the Heavenly God Clan. He even united the God Clan to surround Qinwu Imperial City, causing Murong Xue to die tragically on the spot.

If Ye Chen returned to Tianhua Continent, he would definitely come for revenge. He could have bloody pillage of the Heavenly Gods and leave without paying attention to anything.

But Ye Chen did not do this. He sent strong men to rescue those enslaved dynasties and pointed out a clear way to let the crowd go to Yuehua Continent to seek protection from Mingyue City.

Ye Chen could not have done this, but for Lin Xinghan and others, he chose to take responsibility and silently handled these things.

Lin Xinghan’s worship is a kind of thanksgiving worship, and even more so thanksgiving worship!

Feeling the gaze of Lin Xinghan and others, Ye Chen smiled faintly and silently accepted their gratitude.

With his eyes shifted, Ye Chen looked at more than ten people on the side, all of whom were peerless powerful men imprisoned in the divine palace.

"Seniors." Ye Chen walked over, his tone seemed very respectful, and said, "Due to the urgency of time, we have to leave immediately. After arriving in Yuehua Continent, I will never interfere with your stay or leave."

Although Zuo Qiumei and others guarded the Yuehua Continent, Ye Chen did not want to expose their existence too early, so after he washed away the Heavenly Gods, he immediately prepared to return to Yuehua Continent.

As for these imprisoned strong men, Ye Chen also chose to take them away together so that they would not be intercepted by the ancient center of gravity that was rushed, thus exposing their bloodbathing trip.

"Brother Ye Chen, are you going to drive us away?" A burly man with muscles all over his body squeezed his eyes. As soon as he opened his mouth, it sounded like thunder, making everyone's ears buzzing.

"I, Situ Kuang, are not an ungrateful person. You rescued me from the temple, and you have been kind to me. I will not leave like this before I repay my kindness." The burly man's body was as tall as an iron tower, and his words were also very generous.

"But..." Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by another strong man and said with a smile: "About the situation you are facing, we have learned from Chief Liu that the battle between the gods is indeed extremely tragic, but you have saved the lives of us. We must help you no matter what. Otherwise, what is the difference between ruthlessness and ruthlessness?"

"That's right, anyway, we old guys have been imprisoned for hundreds of years and the tribe has long been extinct, so there will be no worries. Do brother Ye Chen look down on us?" A strong man spoke.

"I have no such thoughts." Ye Chen waved his hand, glanced at the group of strong people, and a sense of boldness suddenly arose in his heart, saying, "Since you are willing to help, I'm not there. If we can win this time, I will definitely help you all rebuild your tribe!"

After saying that, Ye Chen clasped his fists slightly at the crowd, his eyes full of confidence.

The more than ten powerful people in front of them were already super strong people who dominated the country hundreds of years ago. Otherwise, the Heavenly Gods would not imprison them and wanted to obtain martial arts and martial arts.

Being able to get their help will be of great help to the subsequent battle and the future development of Mingyue City, which will enable Mingyue City to reach an unprecedented peak.

At the same time, in the Mingyue City.

After the last coercion, the entire Mingyue City became solemn.

In the city, countless strong men patrolled each other carefully, and they even had many strong men who had a premonition of the arrival of a war and were preparing silently.

Mingyue Palace, in a courtyard.

There was a storage ring as high as a hill in front of Zuo Qiumei, which seemed to be counting, with a very serious expression.

"Do you want me to help?" At this time, the Saint King of Heavenly Blood in a long robe came over and smiled faintly at Zuo Qiumei, his face full of gentleness.

Zuo Qiumei glanced at it, then withdrew her gaze, continued to count, and said casually: "It's better for me to deal with these trivial matters. Unfortunately, Ye Chen still has to make arrangements and not let me go to the Yangshen Clan's garrison to start a massacre, otherwise the number of storage rings would be several times."

While speaking, Zuo Qiumei sighed helplessly, but the Saint King of Heavenly Blood was still calm. He walked to Zuo Qiumei, sat down, and said lightly: "Are we wrong doing this?"

"Hmm?" Zuo Qiumei's eyes narrowed slightly, and she immediately stopped the movements in her hand.

She fell into silence rarely, and finally shook her head and said, "We did this for the sake of the entire holy clan. Although Ye Chen had the fire of the race, he could not regain the heart of the Holy Spirit. In other words, he, the monarch of the Holy clan, was just a nameless and could not get the recognition of those old guys. If we don't do this, we will not be able to stop Youyou's mouth."

"But it is unfair to him that we hide from Ye Chen like this." The Saint King of Heavenly Blood said again, with a little guilty tone.

"With his current strength, he is still too weak. Now telling him, it may be counterproductive." After Zuo Qiumei finished speaking, he began to continue counting again and said expressionlessly: "You know very well what the Holy Land is. If you enter in Ye Chen's current posture, you will most likely be corpses on the spot."

"We have been waiting for so long and finally saw this glimmer of hope. Before we were fully sure, I would never act rashly, even at the heavy price!"

When the Saint King of Heavenly Blood heard Zuo Qiumei's words, his expression on his face became even more helpless. He knew Zuo Qiumei's personality very well. Once something was confirmed, no one could change it.

What's more, this matter is related to the life and death of the entire holy clan, and its impact is too great. Otherwise, they would not have chosen to hide it, leaving Ye Chen in the dark forever.

"It's over, and now I can only hope that Ye Chen can grow up quickly." The Saint King of Heavenly Blood said to himself, raised his head, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
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