The smoke and dust dispersed, revealing two figures.
Ye Chen stood in the void, his body still filled with domineering fists. He looked far away and looked at the slightly embarrassed figure.
At this moment, the white-haired young man's body was stained with blood, and his white hair was scattered and fluttering in the wind. He had no sense of the coolness just now. His eyes were staring at Ye Chen. He simply couldn't imagine this happening.
Everything, he, Ling Feng, the youngest general in Tianshen Palace, almost died at the hands of the human boy in front of him.
Shameful, so shameful!
But when he was angry, the white-haired young man did not take action again. He had just been attacked by the Soul-Destroying Sword. Although his body was not seriously injured, his soul was greatly damaged.
He is not Ye Chen. He has never practiced soul power. No matter how powerful his cultivation is, his soul is like a baby waiting to be fed. He was injured by the Soul-Destroying Sword in the front. He is now a little unsteady even when standing, and his whole body is filled with blood.
Breathing of weakness.
"You can still block my punch even when your soul is injured. You are very strong."
Ye Chen spat out a faint voice with calm eyes, but the white-haired young man could clearly feel the terrifying murderous intention contained in it.
"The soul technique you used just now was the soul-destroying sword, right?"
The white-haired young man covered his chest, stared at Ye Chen, and said: "As far as I know, only people from the saint clan can practice the "Soul-Destroying Sword". You can practice it with the fifth level of the true way."
The soul training technique, the power of the soul, is as powerful as a strong person in the holy way, could it be that you are a member of the holy clan?"
"Um?"
Ye Chen's face remained calm, but deep down he was in a state of confusion. He stared at the white-haired young man with murderous intent growing stronger and stronger.
Regardless of whether what he just said was true or not, just because of this person's suspicion, Ye Chen would never allow him to leave here alive.
Although the word "saint" is simple, it contains endless killing intent.
In this world, there are countless races that regard the saint race as a disaster. Once discovered, they must be killed. Ye Chen must not let others know his secret.
Feeling the murderous intent in Ye Chen, the white-haired young man smiled and said, "It seems that I guessed it right. You are indeed a member of the Saint Clan."
"So what if you know, do you think you can leave alive?" Ye Chen took a step forward, and the ancient murderous intention bloomed in the void again. He couldn't understand why the white-haired young man who was already seriously injured was still so strong.
confidence.
"This is the forbidden area of Tianshen Palace, and I am a descendant of Tianshen Palace. I want to leave. How can you, an outsider, stop me?"
The white-haired young man smiled faintly, brushed his palm, and a small boat suddenly appeared in the void. This small boat was only two meters long, and the space could only accommodate one person, but the top of the small boat was covered with carvings.
It exudes a light spirit.
"When you and I meet again, it will be the moment of your death." The white-haired young man smiled slightly, and a bright light burst out. The body of the white-haired young man carried in the boat suddenly turned into a stream of light, flickered and disappeared.
, quickly swept away into the distance.
"So fast!"
Ye Chen was slightly stunned. In just a moment, the boat had covered an unknown distance, and he could only see a blurry shadow.
Of course, Ye Chen was just stunned for a moment, and his eyes became calm again. Although the boat was fast, it was only a spiritual treasure after all, and the white-haired young man had to continuously deliver the true energy.
If you are seriously injured and forcefully activate the flying spirit treasure, you will definitely not be able to sustain it for long.
With his mind moving, the sound of breaking through the air came out. Ye Chen turned into a stream of light, his whole body was wrapped in the aura of the netherworld, and he quickly chased in the direction of the white-haired young man.
The news that he is a member of the Saint Clan must not leak out, otherwise, not only the Celestial Clan will hunt him down, but all the strange races in the entire world will try their best to kill him. By then, God will really
There is no way, no way to enter the ground.
not far away.
The white-haired young man's face was extremely gloomy. When he met Ye Chen, he was like an ant and didn't pay attention at all. But now, they only exchanged a few moves and he was seriously injured and was almost killed by Ye Chen.
The feeling of being killed by dust made him almost crazy.
"Although this broken sword has brought shame on me, as long as I tell the palace master about the orphans of the saint clan, I will definitely receive a great reward. I won't take any minor injuries lightly."
The white-haired young man secretly said in his heart that the Holy Clan has completely disappeared since the Kuanggu War. This time he discovered Ye Chen's identity, which is tantamount to a great achievement. He can get many benefits, both public and private.
There is no doubt about this.
Behind him, a terrifying breath rushed towards him, causing the white-haired young man to tremble violently. When he turned around, he saw Ye Chen following closely behind him, not very fast, but holding on tightly, letting Bian Zhou do whatever he wanted.
Even if you change the direction, it is difficult to shake it off.
"This beast!"
The white-haired young man gritted his teeth. If it were normal, he would have directly swung his sword and killed Ye Chen on the spot without any hesitation.
But he can't do it now. He is seriously injured and it is very difficult to even control the boat. If he uses his true energy again, he will only suffer backlash and increase his injuries. Therefore, he can only endure it until he leaves the Thirteenth
A shrine can completely turn over.
Ye Chen followed closely behind, his figure upright, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent. The bloody lotus was suspended above his head, holy and with a murderous aura. As long as he reached the attack range, he would take action directly.
Killing the white-haired young man instantly.
Both of them were very fast, and they flew past each other, causing bursts of sound that broke through the air.
The white-haired young man stared forward, also paying attention to Ye Chen's actions. He was calculating whether he could save one life before leaving the shrine.
The thirteen shrines are thirteen independent spaces, extremely vast.
There are countless cultivation areas within the shrine, and in each area, there are many masters cultivating in secret. However, the thirteenth shrine is a forbidden area with few people coming and going. The white-haired young man did not dare to expect that anyone would suddenly come to rescue him.
I can only run for my life and run at all costs.
Tianshen Palace, located on the top of the mountain, is majestic and looks like a fairyland.
Around the main peak, there are thirteen thousand-foot solitary peaks. Like sharp swords, the solitary peaks rise into the sky and support the vast palace in the center.
At this time, on a stone platform somewhere in the central palace, several people were making tea and chatting. They all exuded a light of confusion. They moved and acted as they pleased, and they were all powerful men of the Holy Path.
"The war of dynasties is about to begin. I don't know how many talents will emerge this time. It's really exciting." A middle-aged man wearing a golden robe said calmly.
"Although the Thirteen Dynasties are extremely vast, there are not many peerless geniuses. There are only three or five at best. What can we expect? Our Celestial Clan has produced a lot of geniuses in recent years. Just the Celestial Generals.
There are more than ten of them."
Another person spoke, with a hint of pride in his words.
"Old ghost, don't you just want to show off your good grandson by what you said? Ling Feng, this kid, is indeed very talented. At the age of only eighteen, he has already entered the eighth level of the true way and became a god.
As the youngest general in the palace, it will not be difficult for him to break through to the realm of the holy way in the future."
The middle-aged man in golden robe said sourly, but there was still appreciation in his voice.
However, they didn't know at this time that the Ling Feng Tianxiang they talked about was being hunted endlessly and might even die at any time.
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