A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, suppressing the blood boiling in his body, Ye Chen roared out: "The third one!"
The terrifying ** power exploded, and the void where his fist hit immediately sank.
Bang bang! Ye Chen took several steps in succession, and his punch shattered the incoming majestic energy again.
After smashing the energy vortex, Ye Chen's figure jumped in front of the third Arhat, his will exploded, and the third punch came with a bang, and the afterimages spread out, and finally overlapped together.
The fist shadows of both sides collided in the void, and the thunderous roar turned into billowing sound waves, which penetrated the entire world.
The turbulent current surged, and Ye Chen's white clothes were floating.
In one go! Ye Chen continued to take steps, and every step made the world tremble.
Just like before, Ye Chen punched with devastating force, knocking back the rest of the Arhats like a bamboo.
Breaking all laws with one force! Ye Chen's body is stronger than that of the proud man! The void shook, and the golden Buddha light in the sky turned into nothingness under Ye Chen's iron fist.
"What a terrifying power of flesh!" The Lonely Emperor whispered. In hell, there is no warrior's flesh that can compare to this person.
Ye Chen's strength was once again deeply imprinted in everyone's minds, especially Yan Chen and others, whose expressions became more solemn.
The Buddha's light dissipated, and the eighteen Arhats fell to the bottom of the tower like kites with broken strings.
The sound of chanting that filled the sky also dissipated. At this time, the entire ancient temple seemed unusually quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on the figure fluttering in white in the sky.
Blood energy surged wildly in his body. Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly and suffered dozens of energy shocks in succession. Ye Chen also felt uncomfortable.
The heartbreaking pain swept over him. Ye Chen turned around and looked at the proud man in the distance with a calm expression. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I think he must not be feeling well either!"
The red leaves are flying, the Buddha's light is flowing, the figures of the eighteen Arhats finally dissipate, and the melodious sound of their wooden fish resounds throughout the ancient temple.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into Ye Chen's body crazily, and Ye Chen's eyes swept over Yanchen and others without leaving a trace.
Yanchen and others' hearts suddenly sank, and they were always on guard against Ye Chen's sudden attack.
"Let's go!" Ye Chen said calmly, taking the lead to walk towards the sword pillar. He raised his right hand again and clenched it into a fist, with the terrifying thunder flowing on his fingertips.
Bang! Ye Chen punched forward directly. This punch could destroy the world, let alone a mere sword pillar.
The sword pillar, which was more than a hundred feet long, immediately turned into fragments and scattered. The rubble flew, and the chanting sound filled the sky again. The sound waves gathered together to form an illusory door, the entrance to the fifth floor of the sword tomb.
Standing under the door of illusion, Ye Chen could detect waves of heat coming from inside.
"The fifth level of the sword tomb!" The life and death dragon muttered, looking at Ye Chen with a somewhat complicated look. This guy really arrived at the fifth level of the sword tomb unharmed.
"Fifth floor of the sword tomb, I hope you won't disappoint me!" Ye Chen concentrated slightly and noticed that the fluctuation on the Qilin ring still existed. He sighed slightly, his figure became slightly silent, and then he immediately shot out.
Whoosh! Mu Chen and others followed closely behind, and the illusory gate swallowed up the figures of Ye Chen and others.
Jiaozi stood up, looked at Yanchen and the others coldly, and also stepped into the door of illusion.
"On the fifth floor of the Sword Tomb, as long as you find my father and others, you won't be afraid of these guys!" Yan Chen smiled solemnly. Facing Ye Chen and Jiao Zi, he felt a sense of humiliation for no reason.
"Brother Yanchen, don't dry up and return to the rivers and seas!" The Lonely Emperor raised his sword eyebrows slightly, sighed slightly, patted Yanchen's shoulder, and said calmly: "Hell is a sub-world, and after all, it is also a part of the Martial God Continent!"
"The stage of hell is too small. Maybe this is not the stage for us. The Martial God Continent is the stage for us to display our ambitions!" After saying this, the Lonely Emperor said no more and also entered the door of illusion.
"Martial God Continent!" Yan Chen murmured, and then sneered: "Maybe that is my stage, and one day the flags of the eight major cities will be planted all over the entire Martial God Continent!"
Whoosh! Dozens of sword lights rose up and finally dissipated in the illusory door.
The Buddha is crossing the reincarnation hell, and the red leaves are falling and blowing in the wind. For it, Ye Chen and others are just passers-by.
"If a drop of water does not dry up, it will return to the rivers and seas!" A lingering voice surrounds the world of Buddha's reincarnation, "Thousands of years have passed, and thousands of years have passed. Returning from ancient times, the seven Confucian disciples!"
The fifth floor of the Sword Tomb, on the other side of the ancient world, is like a sea of flames. The steep rocks are filled with flames, and scorching waves are coming towards you.
The volcano erupted, its rolling fire slurry gushes out like a tide, and the rocks melt.
The churning flames were rising below, and as soon as Ye Chen's front feet touched the bottom, a wave of heat swept over him, covering his whole body.
The ground here was roasted red by the flames, and the temperature was extremely high. Warriors like Leng Feng had to use their true energy to resist the surrounding heat waves, and beware of the flames that appeared from time to time.
The entire void was rendered red by the flames, and clusters of flames appeared above the clouds. There were thousands of flames, but only one cluster of flames was the weirdest. The purple flames circulated among the thousands of fires.
Wherever its purple flames pass through, the void will inevitably stir up a ripple.
The proud man opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the cluster of purple flames in the distance, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen took a step forward. The flames in the void trembled in vain, appearing extremely happy.
Opening his eyes, Ye Chen held up his right hand, and the flames around it gathered crazily towards the palm of his hand, transforming into a fire lotus. This terrifying flame became extremely docile in Ye Chen's hands.
Staring at the fire lotus, the mark of the Suzaku on Ye Chen's eyebrows gradually emerged: "The Fire of the Suzaku?"
"No, it's more terrifying than the Suzaku Fire!" The flames were flowing on his fingertips, and Ye Chen could even feel the trembling of the blood in his body. In this cluster of flames, he felt a familiar aura, the aura of a fire unicorn.
"Qilin's original fire!" Jiaozi said lightly, his eyes falling on the fire lotus in Ye Chen's hand.
"The original fire of the unicorn?" Ye Chen had never seen it before. He had only seen the fire of the fire unicorn driving the red bird.
"Only those with the original body of Qilin can control the original fire of Qilin!" As if seeing Ye Chen's doubts, Jiaozi wrote lightly.
Hearing this, Ye Chen put away the fire lotus in his hand, stared at Jiaozi, and then chuckled. Jiaozi, this person not only knows the existence of the moon god's will, but also knows the so-called Qilin's original fire. Who is he?
Ignoring Ye Chen's gaze, Jiao Zi raised his eyes slightly and looked at the dancing flames in the distance. He stepped forward and walked towards it. The flames dancing wildly around him gave way one after another.
The warriors from the Martial Temple made a slight sword salute to Ye Chen, stood up, and followed closely behind the proud man.
It wasn't until the figures of the proud son and others were swallowed up by the sea of fire that Ye Chen withdrew his gaze: "Prince of the Moon God and proud son of the Martial God, these two are by no means as simple as disciples of the three halls!"
Bang Bang! The figures of Lonely Emperor, Yan Chen and others also appeared. Looking at the churning sea of fire all around, a trace of shock flashed across the faces of these people.
Yanchen and others deliberately kept a distance from Ye Chen, looking a little wary.
As the flames roared, Lonely Emperor, Yan Chen and others chose to leave without saying a word.
Seeing Yanchen and others leaving, the other warriors in the Martial God Continent secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said goodbye to Ye Chen one after another. In the fifth-level sword tomb, they also noticed the auras of some of their fellow sects.
Ye Chen nodded, not caring at all about the departure of these people.
After the warriors from the Martial God Continent left, Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and his strong soul power rolled out wildly, passing through the boundless flames. This was a world of flames. In Ye Chen's perception, everything was everywhere
It's flame.
Suddenly, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at Mu Chen. The two looked at each other and smiled.
"This guy is here too!" Ye Chen chuckled, and a slightly fat figure with a harmless smile appeared in front of his eyes.
"It's indeed a bit unexpected!" A rare smile appeared on Mu Chen's lips.
Fatty, Fatty Xiao, and Ye Chen did not expect to detect his aura in the fifth-level sword tomb, even though the aura became extremely weak under the burning of the flames.
"It's not difficult to find this guy by following his remaining aura!" Ye Chen said softly, turned around and looked northwest, the smile on his lips getting thicker and thicker: "Not only the fat man, but also depression, Liu Ye,
The auras of Lu Ya, Jian Xue and others!"
"I didn't expect these people to gather together!" Ye Chen had already found the three major ancient clans, Mu Chen and others, except Fatty and several Sword God Sect disciples.
"Anyone I bring in, I will definitely bring back!" This is Ye Chen's insistence and his principle.
Ye Chen closed his eyes again, but frowned slightly, and his soul power spread along the fat man's remaining breath. Ye Chen found that the breath of the fat man and others was a little quick and unstable.
A biting chill spread over Ye Chen's body, and the flames beating around him trembled accordingly.
"Being hunted!" Ye Chen whispered, suddenly opened his eyes, and his figure immediately shot out.
Mu Chen's face changed slightly, and he followed Ye Chen without saying a word. Although Xianxu and others did not know what was going on, they were aware of Ye Chen's previous murderous intent, and they followed Ye Chen with solemn expressions.
behind.
On the fifth floor of the sword tomb, the rocks are all bright red, and flames are rising from time to time.
In a steep mountain stream, there are strange-shaped rocks standing in it. Incomparably hot magma flows between the rocks, and the hot steam comes out.
Waves of hot air swept across the entire void. Looking up from a distance, the void was a bit blurry, and its scenery seemed to be distorted.
The air in the void is extremely dry, and the sparks splashed below even set off sparks after hitting it.
Several figures stood on the rocks, with lava flowing below. Fatty Xiao was holding the Proud World Sword and looking at the sky with a somewhat indifferent expression.
Behind Fatty Xiao stood Lu Ya, Shen Shen, Liu Ye, Jian Xue, a Jade Emperor Palace warrior, and two sect elders from the Martial God Continent.
Compared to the Jade Emperor Palace warriors and others, the faces of Lu Ya and the others were a little pale, and the flames surrounding them brought great oppression to them.
In the sky above, flames filled the air, and several figures stood in the sea of fire. The leaders were Murong Yu, the master of the Sword Temple, and several elders of the Sword Temple.
Above the void, Murong Yu looked at Fatty Xiao below with an indifferent expression, and said coldly: "Xiao Ziyun, let's capture him without mercy!"
"If you resist and fall, you might as well just follow me!" The will of martial arts permeated Murong Yu's body, and his voice was as loud as thunder, stirring up ripples in the space.
"Capture them without mercy!" Fatty Xiao's indifferent gaze swept through the void, and finally glanced at Murong Yu. A trace of sarcasm appeared on his slightly pale face, and his cold voice echoed in the mountain stream: "The majestic sword
The Lord of the Temple, his position as the Lord of the Sword Temple was silently vacated by other forces, and now he is shamelessly giving it to others? Murong Yu, is the dignity of the Lord of the Sword Temple so unworthy?"
"By seeking refuge with foreign enemies, you have gained a lot of face for the Sword Temple!" Fatty Xiao's tone became more sarcastic, and his eyes were coldly staring at the elders of the Sword Temple and a warrior from a mysterious force behind Murong Yu.
Hearing this, the corner of Murong Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and the coldness in his eyes suddenly shot out: "There are some things you don't understand!"
"With your strength, you cannot escape my pursuit. I promise that as long as you follow me, I will not pursue those people behind you!" An astonishing chill filled Murong Yu's body.
When it came out, the roiling flames around it immediately stopped, and the intensity of the fire became much smaller. Ripples spread out with Murong Yu as the center, the domain, Murong Yu's martial arts domain.
"I am too lazy to talk nonsense. Since you are going to suffer, then I will take you back!" As Murong Yu's last word fell, his endless sword energy transformed into the void, tearing apart the surrounding flames.
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Ding! The clear sound of sword chants sounded in the void without any warning. At the same time, Murong Yu took a step forward and waved his sleeves. In the field, the endless sword energy immediately transformed into sword shadows, and the sword shadows were fierce.
With a trembling sound and a hissing sound, it shot out overwhelmingly. There were tens of thousands of sword shadows, so dense that the void within a radius of more than a hundred feet was enveloped.
Looking at the sword shadow that tore through the void and rushed towards him, Fatty Xiao frowned slightly. Murong Yu's martial arts will fell on him like a mountain. The martial arts will at the second level of martial arts was so powerful that the surrounding void was even covered by it.
Imprisonment, although not as overbearing as the forbidden magical power. A martial arts will is flowing in Fatty Xiao's body. This martial arts will is not the will of the moon god of the third generation, but Fatty Xiao's own martial arts will.
Lu Ya and others' faces were extremely pale. The pressure of the martial arts realm was definitely not something that the soul martial realm could withstand.
Martial arts realm! With the will permeating the air, Fatty Xiao took a step forward, and his strong zhenqi surged out. Fatty Xiao blocked a lot of pressure from Lu Ya and others.
Even so, the figures of Fatty Xiao and others were still exposed under the endless sword shadow... (To be continued)