The first thousand one hundred and seventy-four chapters ancient ancestors
Chapter 1,174 Ancestors of the Ancient Clan
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Skeletons standing on both sides of the stone path holding swords.
Will filled the bones, surrounded by will-o'-the-wisps, and these corpses looked like soldiers.
Ye Chen and others had just stepped into the ancient alley when the corpses turned around, let out a low roar, and came with swords.
Endless evil aura pervades these corpses, and the endless stream of corpses is like white snow, which makes people feel heart-stopping.
"Follow me!" Ye Chen whispered, ignoring the evil aura brought by these corpses.
Endless corpses covered the ground. Ye Chen stepped down and the scattered skeletons immediately shattered.
Ye Chen stepped on the skeleton, and there were endless rattling sounds.
The Qilin Sword quietly appeared in Ye Chen's hand. Facing the steady stream of corpses, Ye Chen suddenly appeared with a sword.
Thousands of swords descended! The will of martial arts filled the air, and the sword shadows of ten thousand wills condensed. As Ye Chen swung down his sword, these sword shadows of will crashed down with a mighty force.
Kacha! The shadow of the sword of will penetrated the corpses. How could these corpses withstand the pressure of will? They were broken into pieces one after another.
The broken white bones were squeezed into bone powder and fell rustlingly.
A cold wind swept across, and it seemed like snow had fallen in the dead city.
There was a thick layer of white bone powder piled up on the ancient alley. Although this scene was caused by Ye Chen, everyone still felt a little creepy.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen came out with his sword. Each sword would surely destroy thousands of corpses.
Even so, endless corpses still emerged from the surrounding sword towers, ready to destroy Ye Chen's team at any time.
The evil spirit permeated the sea of corpses, and Fatty Xiao and others were forced to take action. The torrent of sword energy shuttled through the ancient alleys like a rainbow.
Following the last route, Ye Chen and others moved forward at an extremely slow speed.
The sky was dark, and occasionally a bolt of thunder streaked across the sky, bringing with it a roar. In the dead city, the only sound left was the sound of broken bones. Bone powder flew everywhere.
After a while, the sound of crashing waves rang in everyone's ears.
Shiqiao appeared in everyone's sight again. Seeing this, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief. His body was strong enough to withstand this high-intensity fight.
However, Qianchuan Xue and others were a little exhausted, and their faces were as pale as snow.
Ye Chen grabbed Qian Chuanxue's right hand, and the thick zhenqi poured into Qian Chuanxue's body. Qian Chuanxue's complexion just improved a little.
After wiping out the bones around them, Ye Chen and others stepped on the stone bridge.
"Grandma, these things are really scary!" Fatty Xiao exhaled slightly, his arms feeling numb.
For several hours, Fatty Xiao fired countless swords. He was a little tired from cutting these bones.
"Although they turned into corpses, the will contained in their bodies is enough to make these skeletons as powerful as the Soul Martial Realm!" Ye Chen whispered, letting everyone rest for a moment.
After resting for a while, everyone headed forward again.
Endless bones covered the stone path and crossed the stone bridge. The long stone path was covered with a thick layer of bone powder.
Dead silence, debris everywhere, and a pressure permeating the void.
"This is the prince's will!" Ye Chen said.
The powerful soul power surged out wildly. Huo Qilin closed his eyes slightly and opened them after a few breaths. "The remaining willpower from ten years ago is so terrifying. That boy deserves to be a monster of the same level as you!"
"The masterpiece here should be left by that boy!" Huo Qilin said solemnly. Looking over, the bone powder here is quite thick.
White skeletons, including some remains, were piled all over the ground.
"The bones could not withstand the pressure of martial arts, and the will collapsed and turned into ashes!" Ye Chen stepped forward, but his feet did not land on the stone path, and were still several feet above the ground.
"I hope the five sarcophagi are okay!" Huo Qilin followed Ye Chen, "Maybe there is enough life. Those five guys can wake up again. If the sarcophagus is destroyed, everything will be over!"
Sensing Huo Qilin's expression, Ye Chen's face became a little solemn. As for Huo Qilin's speculation, Ye Chen also knew about it. Therefore, when he stepped into the sixth level of the sword tomb again, Ye Chen also had an expectation in his heart: "Maybe the fourth generation
And the guardian has not disappeared!"
"If the fourth generation and others had not fallen, the prestige and strength of the fourth generation would be enough to conquer the Martial God Continent."
"At that time, even if the foreign enemies start fighting again, the strength of the Martial God Continent will be enough to kill those foreign enemies and even invade the Tiangang Continent." Ye Chen's eyes showed chills. If he controls the Martial God Continent one day, he must conquer the Tiangang Continent and solve the trouble from the source.
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Half an hour later, the end of the ancient alley appeared in everyone's sight, replaced by a square tens of thousands of feet wide.
Nine stone monuments reaching the sky stand on top of the white bones, and numerous tombstones are looming among the bones.
A monstrous murderous intent permeated the corpse. At the moment when Ye Chen and others were in the square, their mournful screams rang out in the forest of tombstones, Sword Sadness!
The cold wind stirred up bone powder all over the ground, and the rustling sound was endless, making people's hair stand on end.
Ye Chen was always vigilant, his eyes fell on the nine stone tablets in the distance. The stone tablets were covered with sword marks and almost collapsed.
Blood rain floated over the stone tablet, forming a whirlpool. Under the whirlpool, five lonely sarcophagi still existed. There were no traces on the sarcophagi, and blood light flashed on the sarcophagi from time to time.
Stopping, Fatty Xiao looked at the whirlpool swirling in the sky with a somewhat puzzled look, "This feeling has happened before!"
"Fat man, what's wrong?" Ye Chen stopped, caught a glimpse of Fatty Xiao's expression, and said.
Fatty Xiao shook his head and said: "There was a breath here. This breath is very similar to the third generation, but can I be sure it is the third generation!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen and Huo Qilin immediately closed their eyes, and their powerful soul power swept out, covering an area of several thousand feet.
After a few breaths, Ye Chen and Huo Qilin slowly opened their eyes and both shook their heads.
"Roar!" Several roars broke the dead silence of the scene, and the sudden roar immediately aroused everyone's reaction.
With eyes like lightning, Ye Chen raised his head and looked directly at the tombstone forest. Four terrifying oppressions filled the tombstone forest, "Four ancient tribes?"
The expressions of Qing Jue, Jue Lin, and Xuan Ren changed slightly, and the mark between their eyebrows was filled with a faint light.
Bang bang! The forest of tombstones shook in vain, and the debris on the ground even bounced up.
Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, four huge phantoms appeared in the four directions of the tombstone forest, the green dragon in the east, the red bird in the south, the white tiger in the west, and the black dragon in the north.
Thunder, sea of fire, glaciers, sand and dust, and strong winds spread over the Tombstone Forest. These four phantoms gradually condensed, and finally formed a sky-high corpse, hundreds of feet high.
"Senior!" Qing Jue whispered, staring intently at the Qinglong corpse in the east. The aura permeating the corpse was the aura of the Qinglong tribe.
"Senior!" Jue Lin and Xuan Ren took a step forward, their eyes also resting on the white tiger corpse and Xuan Wu corpse.
Although the ancestors of these four ancient tribes were turned into corpses, they contained a terrifying fighting spirit. Even after being buried for thousands of years, this fighting spirit could not be erased. The fighting spirit soared into the sky.
The Moon God's mark was filled with a faint silver light. Ye Chen walked forward in vain, his eyes changing uncertainly, "The four pieces of Moon God's jade are inherited by the four ancient tribes. Maybe I understand the intention of the four generations."
"It's time to reveal the answer to the mystery!" Ye Chen waved his hand, stopping Huo Qilin and others from walking, and said: "You can just wait here, this place is even scarier than before!"
"More terrifying than before?" Fire Qilin frowned slightly, and was about to step forward when its shocking oppression swept from all four directions. Even with Huo Qilin's current strength, he could not do anything in the face of this oppression.
Don't stop.
"What a terrifying oppression!" With the soul power of Fire Qilin, he can naturally detect the murderous intentions hidden around him. As long as any one of them takes a step, these murderous intentions will be drawn out. This murderous intention is enough to obliterate the martial arts realm.
"Although this kid is terrifying, it's not easy to withstand this pressure!" Huo Qilin murmured as he looked at Ye Chen, who was strolling in the courtyard. Suddenly, Huo Qilin's eyes shrank, and his eyes were as bright as lightning.
, staring straight at the Moon God mark on Ye Chen's forehead, "Moon God!"
"Seal of the Moon God, it seems that the plan laid out by the fourth generation boy has just come to light. This sword tomb is not as simple as it seems." Fire Qilin sighed slightly, with a look of expectation that could not be concealed in his eyes. This sword tomb is not as simple as it seems.
Why does the tomb exist?
Ding! Four crisp sword chants sounded in the square, and four bright sword lights appeared next to Ye Chenzhou.
Seeing the phantoms of these four swords, Qingjue was startled, "The swords inherited from the four ancient clans!"
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