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Chapter 991 Portrait of the King

Ye Chen and others stepped into the palace and glanced at the surroundings. They did not have the majesty and solemnity as they imagined, but were filled with a dead aura.

Since the fall of the Heavenly Blood Holy King, the Heavenly Blood Holy Mansion has been vacant. It has been hundreds of years since then, and it will naturally become dead and decay.

"Is that the mystery crystal?" At this time, Nie Feng exclaimed.

Everyone looked in the sound and saw a stone pillar that shone in the sky in front of them, with light flashing on it, which was inlaid with dazzling jade. A stream of pure secret power was released from it, pure and without any impurities, all of which were precious secret crystals.

A rough estimate shows that there are no less than a hundred mysterious crystals on this pillar of the Sky, which can be picked almost easily.

"Slow!" Seeing Nie Feng coming forward, Ye Chen reached out to stop him: "It seems a bit strange."

Everyone was stunned, but they saw Ye Chen stepping up, turning his right hand into a palm, sweeping back from top to bottom, frantically. The palm wind rustled, and thousands of phantoms appeared, hitting the sky heavily.

A crackling sound sounded, as if something had broken. Everyone looked forward, and the stone pillars covered with mysterious crystals disappeared. There was nothing in front of them. You could only see an obscure inscription on the wall.

"Is the illusion array just now?" Ye Yao asked in surprise. What a brilliant illusion. She didn't even notice it in time just now, and she couldn't feel the aura of the formation pattern at all.

"Everyone must be careful. The illusion array just now came from the formation and did not emit the aura of the Yuan array. Fortunately, it was just an illusion array, not a killing array." Ye Chen reminded, making everyone dare not be careless. They still have some understanding of the Yuan array, but they know nothing about the long-lost formation.

"Let's go." Ye Chen stood in the first place and continued to move towards other directions of the palace. At the same time, he felt puzzled. The Heavenly Blood Saint King tried his best to seal his inheritance in the Heavenly Blood Saint Mansion. Why did he set up a formation inscription? Did he have long guessed that people outside the Holy Clan would enter the Heavenly Blood Saint Mansion?

With the doubts in his heart, Ye Chen divided part of his mind and entered the Yongfeng Ancient Tower.

"I don't know much about this." Old Xue's face was a little serious when he heard Ye Chen's doubts: "When the old master blocked the Heavenly Blood Holy Mansion, everyone except him was expelled. We all know nothing about what was going on inside, but it is certain that it is absolutely impossible for anyone to enter the Holy Mansion in secret."

The old man Xue said so convincingly that Ye Chen had to give up and throw his doubts out of the sky.

Ye Chen and others continued to walk through the palace. There were many attics and courtyard accords, which looked like a small world.

But unfortunately, they still failed to find any treasures, and even the traces of spiritual materials were not found. It seemed that they had been looted a long time ago, and there was no one left.

What's even more strange is that as they penetrated into the palace, the more and more formations everyone encountered. At first, there were only illusion arrays, followed by killing arrays and defense arrays, which emerged one after another. Fortunately, the level of these formations was not high, and Ye Chen did not have much obstacles based on his understanding of the formation.

At this time, Ye Chen and others came to a main hall. The main hall was extremely simple and old. In front of the main hall, a huge stone stood with a golden lacquer letter written on it: Saint.

This word is vigorous and powerful, as if it contains an ancient aura, which makes people straighten their backs and dare not look at them at will.

Ye Chen slowly pushed the door open, and a babbling sound came out. In the old hall inside, there were walls around three sides, and nothing was placed. Only on the front wall were hanging a few ink paintings, which were lifelike.

boom!

When his eyes touched these portraits, Ye Chen and others suddenly felt a buzzing sound in their heads, as if there was a magnificent force directly pressing on them, making their souls tremble. They didn't even dare to breathe heavily, for fear of breaking the tranquility of the space.

"Just portraits have such terrifying power." Ye Chen took a breath of cold air, stepped into the hall, and turned his eyes on the portrait.

The first portrait is a man in white with strong facial features, carrying a spear, standing on the top of the sky, looking around the earth, full of a bold atmosphere of a proud world, as if in his eyes, everything in the world must surrender to his feet, which is very domineering.

After taking a look at the portrait, the twelve ancient totems in Ye Chenyuan's sea trembled unconsciously, especially the most violent Kun Pig totem, which was unprecedentedly quiet, and even had a trembling feeling, revealing a hint of surrender.

"The person painted in this portrait is named Qin Jingyu, and he is the first king of the Holy Clan."

The old man's voice came, like thunder, bombarding Ye Chen's mind, making him stunned, with a surprised look on his face. The man with a gun in front of him was actually the king of the Holy Clan, and he was the first king of the Holy Clan and the supreme ancestor.

"No wonder Kunzhu Totem is so afraid. What it faces is the ancestor of the Holy Clan. Although it is just a portrait, such a supremely powerful man, even a look, is probably enough to make the powerful man of the Holy Dao even break up. What a terrifying power." Ye Chen felt awe-inspiring in his heart, as if he could feel the terrifying strength of the former Holy Clan king through the portrait.

The second portrait is a woman, very beautiful, and it makes people unable to extricate themselves from a glance. At the same time, she also contains a heroic spirit. She holds a sword in her hand and reveals a murderous aura. Even Ye Chen has to look up and cannot face it directly.

"This woman is the second generation king of my Holy Clan, named Qin Luoxi. It is under her leadership that the Holy Clan can stand in the Qianlong world without falling. Her reputation is as well-known as the top realm in one fell swoop, claiming to be the Holy Martial Empress." Xue Lao explained softly, his voice full of respect.

"Let the woman lead the Holy Clan and claim to be the Empress?" Ye Chen was even surprised, but he soon returned to normal.

The True Yuan world is respected by martial arts. Isn’t that the existence of Qianlong world the same? Martial arts are even more popular. This woman is extremely powerful and has a strong heart. She can make the Holy Clan prosperous and naturally has the qualifications to become the king of the Holy Clan.

His eyes moved past and fell on the third portrait. When he saw this portrait, Ye Chen felt his body trembling, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity appeared.

The painter is different from the mighty power of the Holy Martial Emperor and the domineering aura of the first king. It is ordinary and has nothing strange. But if you look carefully, his eyes contain a wonderful charm, like the supreme spirit that looks proud of the world, or like the simplicity of the local commoners. His dark eyes are calm and deep as the endless starry sky.

"Hmm?" Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, and he felt vaguely that the Yongfeng Ancient Tower in his body was inexplicably restless, as if he was about to break out of his body and was completely out of control.

With his brows slightly frowned, Ye Chen looked at the third portrait again and found that under the portrait, there was a line of vigorous and powerful handwriting written: "The king of the Holy Clan, Shi Tian is famous, and he died in the hands of a traitor. I can only look at his portrait to mourn it."

"The king of the Holy Clan, Shi Tian is famous!" Ye Chen's body trembled slightly. He suddenly understood why the Yongfeng Ancient Tower became so strange, because the man in front of him was named Qin Shi Tian, ​​and he was the real master of the Yongfeng Ancient Tower!
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