Late at night, Ye Chen then put his palms away.

Su Xin'er was still cross-legged, bathing in the moonlight, extremely bright.

Ye Chen walked up to the top of the mountain and took out two scrolls, one of Chu Xuan (Chu Ling) and one of the red dust. Under the stars, both of these scrolls were mysterious, which made him unable to see through.

At some point, he collected the scroll, took out a mirror from the storage bag, and quietly looked at his face.

However, what is strange is that there is no face in the mirror, as if he is just a non-existent person.

Ye Chen smiled, and there was a hint of sadness in his smile. No one knew what kind of meaning his smile represented, and no one knew why the mirror could not reflect him. Perhaps only he knew the mysterious answer. The more he knew, the more his heart would tremble.

The breeze blew, and the mirror in his hand turned into ashes and passed away with the night.

Under the starry sky, his back looked a little bleak, and the breeze was puzzled, constantly twitching his black hair, slapping his face again and again, but he could not hide the ancient vicissitudes.

His eyes became dim, and his smile was filled with more sadness, like a statue standing.

Below, Su Xin'er woke up and walked quietly to the top of the mountain. She wanted to speak, but she finally said nothing.

After biting her teeth lightly, she finally walked around Ye Chen's back and gently pinched Ye Chen's shoulder, just like a well-behaved maid, trying to remove her fatigue from her young master.

The night gradually became deeper, and Ye Chen's eyes trembled, as if he was really tired, and gently tilted to Su Xiner's leg.

Su Xin'er smiled slightly, constantly touching his black hair, and gently stroked his face.

There was nothing to say all night, dawn was dawn in a blink of an eye.

In the early morning, the warm sunshine spreads over the earth, covering this fairy mountain with a layer of gorgeous fairy clothes.

While sleeping, I felt a woman's fragrance continues to rush towards me [Dingdian Novel     www.xbooktxt.me], and Ye Chen subconsciously opened his eyes.

Then, Ye Chen stood up in a hurry and touched the saliva remaining at the corner of his mouth awkwardly.

Looking at Su Xin'er again, her lower dress was wet, all of which were stained with Ye Chen's saliva. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have known that the dignified Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court was drooling when he was sleeping.

Accident!

Ye Chen laughed dryly, turned around quickly, and walked down the top of the mountain in one step.

Su Xiner pursed her lips and followed her.

The Murong family hall was already inspiring. The Murong family ancestor, the Holy Lord and the elder are all here, and they are all dressed solemnly, ready to welcome the arrival of the Holy King at all times.

Ye Chen walked in, and then Su Xiner was Su.

Huh?

The sharp-eyed Manman and the others all exclaimed lightly.

this....!

Manman and others glanced at Ye Chen, their eyes fell on Su Xiner, and their eyes were also consistently looking at Su Xiner's lower body. A large group of wet areas on her lower body were still very eye-catching.

Seeing this, Su Xiner hurriedly took out a white robe and covered her lower body.

Manman and others looked at Ye Chen again with strange eyes, and there seemed to be a sentence in their eyes: Have you brought my aunt up?

Seeing everyone's eyes strange, Ye Chen couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became strange. The old guys of the Murong family stared at Ye Chen. The group of people touched their chins and stroked their beards, like looking at monkeys.

Full!

After three rounds of drinking, the Holy King Barbarian patted his belly, took out his large mace, and kept watering it with a purple blood.

Dragon Blood!

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the source of the purple blood.

The people from the Murong family were shocked by the mace of the Saint King Barbarians. It was a fierce weapon. If a stick was smashed down, the saint might not be able to withstand it, let alone them.

boom!

As everyone looked at it, a roar came from the distant sky.

Hearing the sound, everyone stood up, and from a distance, they saw clouds and mist rolling, as if thousands of troops were galloping, crushing the sky.

The people from Jiyang Sect were killed, with huge formations and overwhelming figures.

While speaking, the powerful Jiyang Sect had already arrived, covering the sky and the sun, surrounding the Murong family, like a vast ocean, and always had the striking moment of swallowing this fairy mountain.

Bang!

As Xutian trembled, a saint of Jiyang Sect walked forward, and his cold shouting was like ancient thunder, "Murong family, you are so brave. Even the people from Jiyang Sect dare to kill them."

"They should kill." The Murong family's quasi-saint said lightly, and did not surrender under the pressure of the saint. With the saint king in charge, they were afraid of a bird.

"Okay, very good." The saint of Jiyang Sect laughed in anger.

"Kill me." Another saint suddenly raised his sword and shouted loudly.

"Kill." The powerful people of Jiyang Sect came overwhelmed by the earth, either in the killing formation, powerful magical powers, or killing magic weapons, all of which were sacrificed at the same time, covering the entire fairy mountain like an ocean.

However, at this moment, a huge wolf-tooth mace with a huge foot suddenly appeared, and swept across Xutian with a stick. The powerful Jiyang Sect who had just rushed up was instantly wiped out. Even the emperor realm and the quasi-saint were not spared. The blood mist that exploded instantly filled Xutian.

this....!

The strong man from Jiyang Sect changed his expression and looked at the Murong family in shock.

There, the Holy King barbarians had already walked out, and every step they took was trembling with trembling.

The three saints of Jiyang Sect narrowed their eyes slightly and stared at the man, "There is actually a saint in the Murong family."

Compared to the people of Jiyang Sect, the strong men of the Murong family were particularly excited. The real Holy King is a giant god. How powerful is that? No one can shake it.

Man Xiong also flew out of the fairy mountain and ran to the side of the Holy King Barbarians. Then he also pointed to the powerful Jiyang Sect opposite, "Dad, it's these kids. I beat your daughter-in-law yesterday."

"Why do you hit me?" The Holy King barbarian spoke, and his eyes stared at the three saints in front of Jiyang Sect.

"Don't be savage, do not speak nonsense." A saint of Jiyang Sect said coldly.

"Dad, this guy scolds you." Man Xiong snatched his ears.

"I heard it."

"Where did the barbarian come from? Get out of here?" A saint of Jiyang Sect scolded coldly, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped it. The huge palm prints covered the sky, like a heavy mountain, with extremely strong pressure.

The Holy King barbarian also moved. Without saying a word, he picked up the mace and hit it.

boom!

Xutian trembled greatly, and the palm print of the saint of the Jiyang Sect instantly collapsed. Even the saint of the Jiyang Sect flew out on the spot. When they flew backwards, one of the arm burst into blood mist.

this.....!

The strong man from Jiyang Sect was shocked again. He knew that the Holy King barbarians were strong, but he didn't know that he would be so strong.

Is he the Holy King?

The saint of Jiyang Sect looked at the Holy King barbarian in fear.
Chapter completed!