The first thousand five hundred and eighty-eight chapters
The entire sea of flowers quickly withered, and the falling petals turned into ashes.
Ye Chen sat on the stone chair, his body motionless, watching the direction Wen Ran left.
"The water is getting muddier!" Ye Chen murmured softly, sorting out his thoughts for a while. Through the conversation with Wen Ran, he got a total of several useful information:
First, the origin of the Emperor’s Covenant!
Secondly, in order to break through and seek defeat, the emperors of the various countries will not give birth to him.
Third, the secret of transcendence.
Fourth, news about the tombs of Guiguzi and Zhuzi Jian.
Fifth, the second generation was captured by the emperors of various countries. To know the whereabouts of the second generation, one needs to follow Wen Ran into the sword tomb of the various masters.
A silver moon hung in the sky. Ye Chen drank the last sip of wine in the last glass, stood up, and walked towards the world, "I am still too weak. If I am strong, why bother to know the whereabouts of the second generation!"
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"You are complacent if you have condensed the original body of killing and the original body of thunder. Ye Chen, you still have a long way to go!"
Under the cold moonlight, Ye Chen's figure turned into a bright sword light and flew straight across the sky and the earth.
…
Martial God Hell!
A monster-like blood moon hangs like a ribbon.
Two bright rainbows fell straight down into the endless void like falling stars.
"Flower City!" A deep and deep voice slowly emerged, and a fat man carrying an ancient sword stepped out of the air.
"Fat brother, is this the Martial God Hell?"
"Tsk tsk, even the moon is blood-colored and the sky is also blood-colored. It's a bit scary!"
With sly eyebrows and sly eyes, Fat Fish's gaze swept back and forth around the world, and the young man carrying the ancient sword was naturally Fatty Xiao.
"In the past, this was a world of killing, but now it is a world of turning swords into plowshares!"
"When you live here for a while, you will find that it is not scary at all!" Fatty Xiao smiled gently, looking down at the small town bathed in the moonlight.
Under the moonlight in the Flower City, the bloody moonlight fell on the mottled city wall, and the ivy filled with vitality climbed all over the city wall.
However, a desolate and desolate atmosphere permeates the Flower City. In the vast China, I am the only one in the Blood Prison. Over the past few years, all the young warriors living in Hell have become the Blood Prison Army. Even in the six major cities of Hell, young people are rare, let alone this one.
Flower City.
The petals are rustling and falling. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, petals are flying in the sky above the Flower City, and red bruises are piled all over the ground.
Standing above the Flower City, with gusts of breeze blowing against his face, Fatty Xiao could smell the bright fragrance of flowers, "It's such a warm little town, no wonder he lived here for more than ten years!"
"Fat brother, the person the master asked you to find is in this small town?" Fat Fish's eyes moved slightly and he chattered: "Fat brother, who is the person we are looking for?"
"You want to know?" Fatty Xiao said with a half-smile.
"Of course I want to know, Master Fei is very curious all the way!" Fei Yu said with a flattering face: "If it is the elder of the master, then I have to prepare well and not leave a bad impression!"
"Then you will be disappointed. It's not his elder, but his wife!" Fatty Xiao spread his hands helplessly and walked towards Huacheng.
Flowers are flying all over the sky, and in a lonely courtyard, there is a stone table, a peach tree, a thatched house, and a cold figure.
Looking from a distance, the courtyard seems to be filled with a layer of mist.
A cold figure shuttled through the mist, its skirt was fluttering, and its figure was extremely graceful. But when it touched the petals of the mist, a layer of frost condensed on it.
Outside the courtyard, Fatty Xiao came through the air, his sword eyebrows furrowed in vain. Although he was dozens of feet away from the courtyard, he felt a bone-chilling aura that made people's hair stand on end.
"Isn't the master's wife the goblin mistress? Why did another wife pop up? Grandma's. Could the goblin mistress be the master's mistress?" Fat Fish followed closely, chattering all the way: "Oh, my master.
Everything is good, but this is bad. In Fei Ye's view, a man's relationship must be dedicated, how can he be half-hearted!" Halfway through his words, Fei Yu suddenly shuddered, his body shrank, and his eyes looked forward in surprise.
Looking at it: "What a terrifying murderous intention, even comparable to that of my evil master!"
"Is this the state where the Supreme Being forgets his love and kills seven times?" Fatty Xiao murmured softly and walked towards the courtyard.
Petals are flying all over the sky, and a cold and lonely figure sometimes dances a sword, sometimes stands quietly looking at the sky, one person and one flower seem to be connected with this lonely world.
There were steady footsteps outside the courtyard. Fatty Xiao stood in front of the courtyard and looked directly at the cold figure in front of him, Qianchuan!
She was wearing a white dress swaying in the wind, with black hair hanging down like a waterfall. The sword in Qianchuan Xue's hand danced slowly and in a chaotic manner. Her eyes, as crystal clear as ice, stared motionlessly at the sky.
Floating petals.
Even when she heard the footsteps outside the courtyard, Qianchuan Xue never moved her eyes away.
Hiss! Fat Fish stood behind Fatty Xiao. When he looked directly at Qianchuan Xue's peerless face, he couldn't help but feel like he was about to suffocate. There was such a woman in the world, so beautiful that it took people's breath away.
However, when Feiyu's eyes passed through Qianchuan Xue's eyes, Feiyu couldn't help but shudder. A creepy feeling completely filled his heart, and he even broke out in cold sweat on his back. Such cold eyes!
Although the person is beautiful, he is like a piece of ice that will never melt! Feiyu muttered in his heart: "Master, master! Now I know why you went out to find a concubine, facing an iceberg all day long, tsk tsk, this feeling
It’s not comfortable!”
"She has changed, but she has not changed!" Fatty Xiao stood outside the courtyard, quietly watching Qianchuan Xue dance with his sword, without interrupting, it lasted for several moments, and Fat Fish could no longer bear this silence.
In the atmosphere, he said: "Fat brother, don't we go in?"
"Come in!" Fatty Xiao smiled slightly and took a step forward to the courtyard.
However, the moment Fatty Xiao stepped into the courtyard, the gentle smile on his face disappeared in vain, and was replaced by solemnity.
Waves of killing intent like a torrent filled Fatty Xiao's heart. Like a cold current, it flowed all over Fatty Xiao's body. In just a few breaths, Fatty Xiao's whole body was covered with a layer of frost.
"Fat Brother!" Fatty's eyes widened, staring blankly at this scene. His raised foot also stopped in mid-air, unable to fall down. Even so, a wave of killing intent was also in Fatty's eyes.
The thoughts were swirling in Yu Yu's mind. At this moment, Fei Yu felt as if he was in a trance. He seemed to be on a battlefield. Countless soldiers were galloping past. The overwhelming murderous intent was soaring into the sky. This murderous intent was impacting him.
His sanity.
It wasn't until Feiyu's mind was completely lost in the killing that a strong palm patted on his shoulder, pulling him back from the trance. At the same time, he was accompanied by a deep voice: "This courtyard
, you can’t step in!”
Hearing this, Feiyu shuddered, and suddenly retracted his outstretched right foot, turned around and looked at the owner of this palm, an extremely ordinary middle-aged man, with simple and unpretentious eyes, sometimes showing a touch of vicissitudes of life.
"Qianchuan, she doesn't like to be disturbed!" The middle-aged man retracted his hand and said calmly. However, when his eyes touched the Qilin Sword on Fatty Xiao's back, his calm expression changed drastically, and even his hands shook slightly, "Madman
sword!"
At this moment, the frost all over Fatty Xiao's body shattered, "Wang You, you are fine!"
Turning around, Fatty Xiao's face was slightly pale, and he also took a step back, exited the courtyard, turned around, stared at the middle-aged man with bright eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Martial arts realm, Wang You, you have become
Stronger!"
King You, King You of Huacheng!
"Fat man!" Wang You's eyes were slightly excited. He did not expect to see Fatty Xiao here. He pointed at the Qilin sword behind Fatty Xiao and said with a slight tremor in his voice: "This is the madman's sword!"
The tone was extremely certain. In the past, Wang You watched Ye Chen dance the sword day and night, and he was extremely sure that it was the Qilin Sword.
Fatty Xiao nodded slightly, holding the hilt of the Qilin sword gently with his right hand, feeling the cold touch on it, and said: "His sword is the only sword in the world that can have such killing intent!"
After receiving Fatty Xiao's affirmation, Wang You's eyes filled with ecstasy, and he said incoherently: "The sword is still there, but when the sword dies, the man dies. The madman said this to me in the past, the Qilin Sword is still there, the madman is still there, and he has not fallen."
,Is it right?"
Bang bang! Wang You's heart was beating rapidly, and he stared at Fatty Xiao nervously, fearing that he would shake his head... (To be continued.)