Chapter six hundred and sixty third terror holy majesty
Even Nangong Yan couldn't stand it this time. She said angrily, "Ye Xuan, although the Holy Blood of the White Tiger is nothing to you now, it is still a priceless treasure based on your cultivation a few years ago..."
Ye Xuan waved his hand and interrupted the woman, "Why are you so angry? I'm just joking with you. I'll give you half price, 50,000 mid-level Yuan Stones each."
The Yunxiao Sect and others were speechless. It turned out that this boy was playing tricks on them before, but the fact that he had doubled the amount of Yuan Stones all of a sudden made them happy.
Ye Xuan wondered if he had been exposed to Bai Feng too much and had been contaminated by the attributes of the 'sword' user.
The leader of the Yunxiao Sect delivered one million mid-level Yuan Stones and was sent into the formation gate by Ye Xuan.
Next, many people came forward to trade with Ye Xuan, but Ye Xuan didn't lose even one yuan stone, leaving everyone helpless. Ye Xuan was too bad at doing business.
When Ye Xuan sent hundreds of warriors into the formation gate, he did not receive the Yuan Stones from other warriors, but said to the three Yingwu girls, "This time we enter."
The formation gate passage opened again, Ye Xuan hugged the three women tightly and entered the formation gate and disappeared.
Grandma Viper had recovered a lot from her injuries and couldn't help but sigh when she saw Ye Xuan enter.
If I had known this, it would be better to give some yuan stones at the beginning and let this junior send them in.
Among the crowd, several female cultivators from Xianfeng Palace whispered to each other:
"Elder Qin, please inform the palace master."
"Don't worry, Saint. The Palace Master and the powerful Martial Emperors from other sects have arrived quickly."
"Okay! Ye Xuan has repeatedly destroyed the good deeds of several major sects. This time, this ancient cave will be his burial place!"
"Well, several major sects have issued Beiming's execution order to Ye Xuan. He dares to blatantly show off everywhere. He will definitely die this time. By the way, the young master of the Ye family in the Central Region has already entered the ancient cave.
I wonder if I will meet Ye Xuan?"
"Haha, it would be easy if they met. With that young master's methods, Ye Xuan will die miserably."
"It's hard to say. Ye Xuan's combat power is unfathomable. He is far from being as simple as he appears on the surface. I'm afraid it will be a strong confrontation!"
Several female cultivators were discussing in low voices, and at the same time, another warrior came to the formation gate and tried to open the space channel.
…
Thousands of miles away, somewhere.
"Ah~!" A scream echoed throughout the mountain range.
In a dense forest, a burly black-robed man was killing people crazily.
In front of the burly black robe, five figures were fleeing for their lives. The person fleeing at the front was none other than Zhenhua, who was in the Martial Emperor realm.
His eyes were full of panic. Even though he was in the Martial Emperor realm, facing the holy corpse behind him, Zhenhua was still frightened.
Behind Zhenhua, a woman who also had a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Martial Emperor Realm ran away with her hair disheveled and her palace robes in tatters.
After a warrior advances to the Martial Emperor level, it is different from the previous division of martial arts levels. After the Martial Emperor level, there is no ninth level, but four small levels: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and Dzogchen.
The holy corpse let out a shocking howl, grabbed the last running figure with one hand, and squeezed it hard.
"Bah!" An old man in gray robe who was in the early stage of Emperor Martial Realm was crushed to pieces by the five-foot-long holy corpse like a tomato, with blood flowing from his fingers.
powerful!
Too strong!
The power of the Saint was so terrifying that even though the old man in gray robe was once a reclusive old monster, he showed no resistance to the Saint and was easily crushed to death.
The four warriors escaping in front were all extremely powerful at the Martial Emperor realm. They also had a tacit understanding, and they actually launched several attacks together to hit the terrifying holy corpse that was chasing behind them.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Ice arrows, flames, thunder and lightning, and all kinds of rays of light flashed non-stop, but soon, a thick arm stretched out from the explosion, and with a violent stir, all the attacks were destroyed.
The holy corpse is extremely fast, ferocious and ghostly.
He flew directly in front of the two strong men who were lagging behind, and grabbed them one by one with each hand.
"Senior Sister Zhao, save me!"
"ah!"
Two screams were heard, but Zhenhua and the woman named Zhao in front seemed not to hear them and continued to run away towards the distant sky.
They quickly escaped and chased each other, flying thousands of miles away, but Zhenhua and the woman surnamed Zhao looked increasingly ugly.
The speed of the holy corpse is extremely terrifying.
The two of them tried their best to escape, but were unable to catch him at all, and chased him closer and closer.
"Counting them in, the Holy Corpse should have devoured ten Martial Emperors. Hehe, just devour them like crazy..."
Ying Zetian sat on the left shoulder of the holy corpse, with a gloomy expression and said with a smile.
And not long after they flew away, they found themselves in a valley.
"Ahem!" A young man with blood hair crawled out from a pile of ruins and looked in the direction of the Holy Corpse with a surprised look on his face.
Of course he is Zhang Ruochen.
The scene of the holy corpse destroying the sky with a wave of his hand kept flashing through his mind, and Zhang Ruochen took a breath.
Just now, because he hid his vitality and life breath, the holy corpse didn't notice it, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to use his senses to detect and expose himself!
But he saw that the corpse was getting stronger very quickly!
To be more precise, it should be the extremely rapid recovery of strength!
"Such a rich blood energy. It seems that Ying Zetian has completely turned into a blood slave." Zhang Ruochen murmured, his face becoming even more gloomy.
In the distant sky, Zhenhua and the Empress surnamed Zhao are still trying to escape.
At this moment, in the perception of the two of them, the holy corpse chasing behind them disappeared in a sudden flash of golden light.
The two of them were startled and suddenly stopped flying. The next moment, in their eyes, the holy corpse appeared in front of them.
"I wonder where you can escape to?" The Holy Corpse sneered, seeming to be more popular. The previous feeling of violence was gone, but the pressure on the two of them was even greater!
Zhenhua and the woman surnamed Zhao stared at each other. The empress surnamed Zhao was anxious, raised her sleeves, and shot out a white flying knife.
The flying knife kept trembling in the void, and the spiritual patterns on its surface kept flashing.
A dragon's roar echoed across the sky!
After a wild flash of white light from the flying knife, it transformed into a dense white ice dragon, about tens of feet long. The crystal scales on the surface of its body reflected the dazzling white clouds. The green light in its two eyes kept flowing, and four giant
The claws are hook-shaped and look extremely sharp.
"go!"
The empress gave a sweet scolding, and the pilgrim's corpse was a finger in the air.
After the white ice dragon circled in the air, it pounced on the corpse of the pilgrim, spitting out white arrogance.
Zhenhua was also roaring, and his fists repeatedly made fist shadows all over the sky, bombarding the holy corpse.
The holy corpse still had no intention of dodging, and just punched out with his right hand.
There was a "boom" sound.
The white ice dragon whined, and the scales on its body shattered inch by inch in the golden fist light, dissipating into nothing.
And the shadow of the fist that filled the sky, which could shatter the mountains, was all shattered by one punch!
The two Martial Emperors, the woman surnamed Zhao and Zhenhua, felt despair in their hearts for a moment. But then, the two Martial Emperors turned around and fled again.
They have been able to cultivate to this level, and their desire for survival is far beyond imagination.
Although they were shocked to discover that the holy corpse was continuously recovering its holy power, the pressure on the two of them doubled rapidly. However, the two of them had lived for thousands of years and experienced countless life-and-death battles.
Even if there is a glimmer of hope, they will never give up.
"puff!"
"ah!!"
But suddenly, Zhenhua felt a pain in his chest, and a golden hand penetrated his body instantly!