A biting chill emerged in the heart of the Holy Son. This feeling can only be felt when facing death.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surging around was restrained in vain. The Holy Son closed his eyes, and his soul perception spread out, "Why are Mo Xiao and others not in the Dark Blood Sect?"
After being in seclusion for dozens of days, the Holy Son did not notice the departure of Mo Xiao and others.
His heart suddenly jumped, and the Holy Son's body shook slightly: "The breath of the fifth generation!"
"How is it possible that the aura of the fifth generation will appear in the Dark Blood Sect!" Opening his eyes, the Holy Son's eyes were full of horror.
"If the fifth generation is aware of my existence, then with the fifth generation's character of eradicating weeds, he will definitely kill me!" The Holy Son's eyes changed uncertainly, and his aura suddenly converged: "This is certainly a good place to recover from injuries, but it is definitely not
A place to stay for a long time!”
Without any hesitation, the Holy Son stepped forward and directly broke through the restrictions of the sword tower. Black mist surged and enveloped his soul, making him look a little hazy.
Bang! The sword tower shattered, and a black mist floated out, bathing in the sunlight.
"Finally I can give it up!" Before the Holy Son could move, his plain voice sounded in his ears.
This voice will never be forgotten by the Holy Son. It is the voice of the fifth generation. The plain voice makes the Holy Son feel like he is in an ice cellar, which is extremely bone-chilling.
Dressed in white, Ye Chen stood on a tree pole, looking down at the floating clouds and mist below with a calm expression. His eyes were sharp enough to see the Holy Son hiding behind the black mist.
"Fifth Generation!" The Holy Son's voice was a bit harsh. When faced with this white-clothed man, the killing intent in his heart surged out crazily.
"Some things are destined to be solved. They just changed places, but the ending is still the same!" Thunder flashed and crackled in Ye Chen's right hand.
His pupils shrank in vain, and the Holy Son stared fixedly at the thunder in Ye Chen's hand. From it, he felt an extremely violent power, enough to destroy everything.
"There are indeed some things that need to be resolved, but the ending is still the same. Your body is destined to be mine!" the Holy Son sneered, "but the time to resolve it is not now!"
Facing Ye Chen again, Shengzi still had some shadows in his heart. His tone seemed sharp, but Ye Chen still heard timidity in it.
Ye Chen shook his head and said calmly: "After removing the trapped fish, we still have to close the net!"
Hiss! The thunder spread out, forming a phantom of a thunder dragon, wrapping around Ye Chen's palm. Ye Chen took a step forward and missed the mark.
Bang! Ye Chen's step seemed to have stepped on the heart of the Holy Son. The Holy Son's heart was shaking wildly. He felt an astonishing oppression on Ye Chen. This oppression was more terrifying than before.
"How did he become so powerful!" Even if the Holy Son met the current Ye Chen when he was in his prime, he wouldn't dare to say that he had 100% confidence, let alone now.
Being locked in Ye Chen's aura, the Holy Son's heart suddenly sank: "I have to admit that you are very strong now, but you haven't thought of killing me easily yet!"
"I want to leave, and no one can stay, not even the original master of the Sword Temple!" The Holy Son sneered, the black mist surged and gradually dissipated, and the Holy Son's figure gradually became blurred.
Looking at this scene quietly, Ye Chen remained motionless, and even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Is this really possible?"
"The person I want to kill will never let him escape one after another!" Ye Chen said lightly, with a playful smile in his eyes.
The autumn wind rustled, blowing against the branches, and the withered yellow leaves fell feebly, drifting in the wind, and in the next moment, the leaves stood strangely still in mid-air, even the autumn wind did the same.
The area within a radius of dozens of feet trembled in vain, the heaven and earth seemed to have become a shackle, imprisoning everything.
The dissipated black mist condensed again, and the figure of the Holy Son emerged, with a rare look of horror in his eyes: "How is this possible!"
The pressure of heaven and earth surged in from all directions, like a shackle, tightly trapping the Holy Son. The Holy Son's illusory magical powers were also interrupted unless he broke the heaven and earth within a few dozen feet.
"I said you can't escape!" Before coming, Ye Chen had made all preparations. How could he let the Holy Son escape: "You should still remember these old friends?"
The figure of Humanity walked out from under the tree, his pale face revealed a hint of murderous intent, and the mark between his eyebrows was filled with a faint light.
Seeing this familiar figure, the Holy Son was suddenly shocked: "My body, my body!"
"If we rely on the power of the host body, the fifth generation's chance of killing me will be even slimmer!" The Holy Son's eyes were full of horror, and he found that there was no longer any connection between him and the host body.
"How is this possible? What on earth did you do to my body!" The aura remaining in the body completely disappeared. Looking at this body, a figure suddenly appeared in the heart of the Holy Son. A few months ago, he also had
I met a body.
"Body, no, he has his own name now, and it's not your previous body! His name is Humanity!" Ye Chen shook his head and said calmly.
Crack! Several bolts of thunder shot out of thin air all around without any warning, and landed on the Holy Son.
A heartbreaking feeling swept over him, and the Holy Son's soul, which had recovered a lot, was severely injured again. The black mist around him dispersed, and the thunder tore apart the Holy Son's body.
Thunders gathered in the sky, and Tiandao's figure walked out of the thunder, with his long purple hair dancing wildly. Thunder surrounded him, and a coercion filled the air. Tiandao's eyes were as indifferent as ever.
"Another body!" Being stared at by Heavenly Dao, the Holy Son actually felt a creepy feeling.
"Similarly, his name is not the body, he is the way of heaven!" Ye Chen said lightly, raising his right hand, the thunder in his hand turned into a huge palm shadow, and the will of the moon god was integrated into it, and it suddenly fell downwards, drowning the Holy Son.
's soul.
The pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows could not be greater than this, and the aura of the Holy Son became weaker and weaker.
"After all, on someone else's territory, some things should not be done too much!" Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the sky thoughtfully. The moment he took action, he clearly felt an extremely terrifying aura fluctuation.
Shooting in.
This kind of fluctuation is not unfamiliar to Ye Chen, but rather familiar. When he killed Su Qiang, the leader of Lonely City, he also felt this aura. "It should be the strong man of Lonely City. Who could it be? The commander or the city lord?"
Ye Chen directly gave an order to Humanity. Humanity's hand gestures changed, and the imprisonment of heaven and earth shrank, turning into a shackle and falling on the Holy Son. The weak Holy Son was completely imprisoned.
Grasping the soul of the Holy Son, Ye Chen turned around, jumped into the void, tore apart the Dark Blood Sect's sect-protecting sword formation, and walked unhurriedly towards the huge wall of Lonely City, leaping several feet farther with each step.
The Dao of Heaven and the Dao of Humanity followed closely behind. The disciples of the Dark Blood Sect looked at the three departing figures in shock, not daring to take a breath.
In the palace, Lone Bai opened his eyes and murmured to himself: "Who are these people?"
"But I am sensible and have not violated the rules of Lonely City!" Closing his eyes, Lonely Bai continued to practice. As long as the warrior abides by the rules of Lonely City, he will not interfere in the disputes between those forces.
There was a hunting sound in white clothes, but this time Ye Chen walked out of Lonely City openly.
When sneaking into the Dark Blood Sect, Ye Chen ordered the Hell Path and the Hungry Ghost Path to be hidden in the Dark Blood Sect as a second killing move.
However, having captured the Holy Son, Ye Chen summoned the Hell Realm and Hungry Ghost Realm. He did not inform Young Master Su, and there was no need to notify Young Master Su. When he walked out of the Dark Blood Sect, Young Master Su noticed.
Outside Lonely City, the fighting monsters dispersed after seeing Ye Chen and others. Standing among the rocks, Ye Chen looked at the Holy Son in his hands with a cold expression, with a trace of thinking in his eyes, "Even if
I hate this person, but this person's soul is a martial arts soul after all. After erasing his mind, it can also be used to refine the sword corpse! However, his soul has damaged the origin. Even if he refines the sword corpse, the chance of success is low.
Not even there!”
A look of horror was flowing in the eyes of the Holy Son. His soul was severely damaged and he could not break through the shackles of imprisonment. He could only let others slaughter him.
Poof! The flame of reincarnation burst out in Ye Chen's hand. Ye Chen controlled the flame of reincarnation and beat with his fingertips, skillfully erasing the Holy Son's mind.
No matter how unwilling the Holy Son was, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and at the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, two more figures appeared in his eyes, and these two figures were also his body.
Hiss! The flames of reincarnation were still simmering, but the Holy Son's mind had been completely wiped out. After removing the flames of reincarnation, Ye Chen turned around and looked at the Hell Realm and the Hungry Ghost Realm that appeared. Without any hesitation, he directly burned the Holy Son's
Soul thrown out.
"You can't kill people in Lonely City, but there is no rule that you can't arrest people!" Ye Chen looked at the phantom of the city in the distance and murmured softly.
Bang! A huge mouth emerged from the void and directly swallowed the soul of the Holy Son. A look of unfulfilled interest flashed across the dull face of Hungry Ghost Dao. Apparently, a mere martial arts soul was not enough for his appetite.
"Such an appetite!" Ye Chen subconsciously rubbed his brows. Seeing souls and blood crystals, Ye Chen could feel a devouring desire in the body of the Hungry Ghost Dao. "Devouring has become the instinct of the Hungry Ghost Dao!"
The existence of the Holy Son has always been a threat to Ye Chen, but after removing the Holy Son, Ye Chen didn't feel anything. From his current perspective, the only people he could fear were those at the second level of martial arts.
Vision determines a person's attitude towards things. After Ye Chen waited for a moment, the figure of Young Master Su finally appeared in his sight.
"Your Majesty!" As a subordinate, Young Master Su knew that he had to ask about those things and that he could not ask about those things. He did not ask what Ye Chen did when he went to the Dark Blood Sect.
"Let's go! The fish that slipped through the net have been removed, and now it's time to close the net!" Ye Chen murmured softly, turned around, and walked forward...