The fairy light was too fast, and even Xi Yan couldn't react in time.

The memory fairy light disappeared, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

However, the painful scenes when the memory was opened in imagination did not appear, and she did not have any abnormalities.

"Junior sister, are you okay?" The young man with purple hair rushed forward with a worried look on his face, and his acting was very realistic.

Xiyan didn't say anything, but just looked quietly at the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, as if she could see the old Ye Chen through the mountain.

"How could this be so, it's invalid?" Ye Chen frowned and stared at Xi Yan, "Or it is the same strange thing as Ji Ningshuang back then."

Immediately, he raised his hand tremblingly, took out a jade slip, held it in both hands, and bit it wildly.

The second ray of fairy light flew out and sank into Xi Yan's eyebrows.

But strangely, Xiyan's body trembled slightly for a moment, and nothing special happened, and everything was ineffective.

"Damn it." Ye Chen vomited blood, and there were tooth fragments in his blood, and his breath instantly disappeared to the extreme.

"Bastard." The purple-haired young man shouted angrily at the mountain, "What did you do to your junior sister?"

The two immortal lights in front and behind, no matter how hard the person is, he can see the clues, and it must be the cause of the holy body.

"Get out, fight with me, and I will definitely suppress you with one palm." The purple-haired young man snorted coldly, with a righteous attitude. If he didn't know, he thought he had a grudge against Ye Chen to kill his father? He said arrogantly.

Ye Chen ignored this guy and stared at Xiyan, hoping to see a miracle and let her unblock it.

But the miracle he expected did not.

"Get out, I will kill you." The purple-haired young man was still clamoring, and his rolling momentum had begun to leak out.

"Huayang." The reincarnated Xiyan couldn't help but scold her, stopping the guy's clamor, which was really noisy.

"Junior sister, he..."

"I'll go to the starry sky to experience it, don't follow me again." Xiyan directly interrupted the purple-haired youth.

"Junior sister." The purple-haired young man named Huayang wanted to follow him, but Xiyan's body skills were mysterious and she had no sign of it.

Before leaving, she did not forget to look back at Wuzhishan, her heart still hurts and she still wants to cry.

"Are you leaving now?" Ye Chen looked up, tears turbid his eyes and blurred his old vision.

She did leave, I wonder if she could lift the ban.

I don’t know if he was still alive on the day when she unblocked the memory ban, perhaps life and death were separated.

"It's all you, it's all you." The guy Huayang was furious, with a fierce face like an evil ghost. He sacrificed a killing sword, slashed on the Five Fingers Mountain with one sword, trying to break the Buddha's seal, drag Ye Chen out and five horses to dismember him.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and didn't even look at him. Then he buried his head again, his dim eyes, without any light.

I don’t know when I saw that Huayang guy withdrew his sword to kill.

He had not broken the seal, nor could he break the seal, and his face looked even more ferocious, "You, wait for me."

Finally, he shouted angrily and turned around and left.

The world, and the tranquility is gone, there is only the flying white snow.

In the dark ground, Ye Chen sat down for three days.

It was not until the fourth day that I saw my eyes slightly raised.

Afar, someone came from the sky, and he was a young man, not a human cultivation, but a crane.

That's right, that's his brother: the Immortal King He.

I went out to practice a hundred years ago and returned a hundred years later.

Just now, when he heard that Ye Chen was being crushed by Wuzhishan, he exploded on the spot and was furious.

Over the past century, he has advanced to the saint, his sharpness has been much more restrained, but his body has a strong evil spirit.

This experience has mostly suffered a lot of blood disasters, and it has come with blood. This journey is covered with blood and bones.

"His, Mom." Before the immortal king He even fell down, he sweared. There was a cold light in the crane's eyes. Without saying a word, he waved his sword and slashed Wujingshan.

The sound of metal collision sounded immediately. His peak sword not only failed to shake the Five Finger Mountain, but was shaken out. Waiting to stabilize his body, he vomited blood on the spot.

"It's useless." Ye Chen's voice was extremely hoarse. He could speak, but Xian Wang He couldn't hear it.

"His grandma's." Xian Wang He staggered and glared at the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of Wujie Mountain. The Buddha's seal was too domineering and could not be broken without the Supreme Emperor's weapon.

Obviously, he did not have imperial weapons. Even if he had imperial weapons, he could not open the seal with his Taoist practice.

After closing his eyes, he looked at the bottom of the mountain and called out to death, "Lao Qi, I know you are still alive."

The Wuzhi Mountain stood without any echo. In other words, Ye Chen had an echo, but was blocked by the mountain.

Looking at the immortal king He in front of the mountain, Ye Chen couldn't help but smile, and a warm current instantly filled his trembling body.

He should be very grateful that a brother thinks of him like this.

"Stand up, I'll find someone to save you." Xian Wang He took the killing sword, and then turned around and climbed to the sky in one step.

However, as soon as he went to heaven, he saw seven divine lights shooting towards him, with great power and a killing blow.

The immortal king He snorted coldly, suddenly raised his hand, wiped it away with a palm, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, staring at one side coldly.

Not only him were watching, but Ye Chen, who was pressed to the bottom of the mountain, was also watching. Although he was blocked, his vision was still there.

But I saw the distance from Xutian, and there were seven figures coming together. Their cultivation was all saints and their bloodlines were extraordinary.

The seven people are not the same force, because they are wearing different Taoist robes, so they should belong to the seven forces.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't know the seven people, but he knew their Taoist robes. He belonged to the seven forces: Yuhua Divine Dynasty, Taiqing Palace, Sun and Moon Divine Sect, Supreme City, Piaomiao Palace, Cangling Palace and Tianzhu Holy Land.

Needless to say, that is the new son of god of the seven forces.

In the past, the ancient ruins and the original sons of the seven forces of the gods were all killed by Ye Chen. Now, it is expected and reasonable to choose the son of gods again.

Moreover, this new Son of God is all tough, even better than the previous Son of God.

While speaking, the seven people had arrived and looked at the immortal king He with interest, "Who am I going to do? He is actually a fellow Taoist He from the Southern Region. Why, come to see your brother?"

"Seven miscellaneous people, he dares to attack me." Xian Wang He cursed angrily, with a strange phenomenon behind him.

"Someone said that if anyone is related to Ye Chen, they will be killed." The son of the God of Heaven smiled faintly.

"Do you?" Xian Wang He snorted coldly, stepped on the sky, headed straight to the son of the Heavenly Punishment, and slashed the sky and cracked the earth with one sword.

The son of God's eyes were full of jokes and pinched a large seal in his hand to fight against him.

With one move, this guy was killed and retreated.

"Is there some Taoist practice?" Seeing that the God Son of Heaven defeated and retreated, the other six gods rushed to surround them, either with fist shadow and palm prints, magic sacrifice tools, or shaking the formation map, all of which were great killing techniques.

In the lineup of one-to-seven, the Immortal King He was in a bad mood, and the blood gutters on his body were one after another, which was very miserable.

"Let's go!" Ye Chen in the mountain shouted with all his might.

If it is one-on-one, none of the seven gods is the opponent of the Immortal King He, but if the seven people join forces to siege, even if the Immortal King He has the combat power, he will still be defeated.

In just a few rounds, the Immortal King He was completely suppressed, his body burst, and his flesh and bones flew across.

"Okay, very good." The immortal king He Han shone with a lot of rage and laughed back, and knew that he could avoid the edge and escape from the sky.

"Are you leaving?" A joke-tortured laughter came from afar, extremely ethereal, cold and silent.

After saying that, a golden palm print was pushed across the sky.

The immortal king He was hit on the spot and flew back again.

Before he could stop his body, he saw a black light shooting from the next day, and a spear was pitch black all over.

Blood splattered, and the Immortal King Crane was directly nailed to Wuzhi Mountain, and the blood flowed out dyed the mountain red.

"The fourth brother." Ye Chen's eyes were red and he staggered up, trying to come out, but he was grabbed by the iron chain.

"It's so damn embarrassing." The immortal king He vomited blood from his mouth. The spear melted with a secret method of sealing the sword, which not only nailed him, but also banned him, making him unable to move at all.

In the void, someone came from the sky, not one, but one, with a crowd of people as black as the sea.

The two leaders had a strong body, all with golden light, magnificent blood, and bright eyes.

"Golden Crow, Kunpeng." Ye Chen's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he recognized the two of them at a glance.

It is indeed Jinwu and Kunpeng, one is the second prince of Jinwu and the other is the third prince of Kunpeng. Ye Chen has seen them.

In the past, Prince Jinwu and Prince Kunpeng were both beheaded, and most of them were the new crown princes chosen by the clan.

At this moment, it is more accurate to call them the second prince of Jinwu and the third prince of Kunpeng, which is considered the ranking number.

Looking at the second prince of Jinwu and the third prince of Kunpeng, Ye Chen also saw many acquaintances: the sixth prince of the Baqi clan, the fourth prince of the Fengdi clan, the eighth prince of the Blood Goose clan, the seventh prince of the Dapeng clan, and the ninth prince of the Shenpeng clan...

They were all like Jinwu and Kunpeng. Their former crown princes were all beheaded, and the amazing ones were all chosen to be the crown princes of the clan to continue their inheritance.

In this way, these individuals should thank Ye Chen.

If Ye Chen had not been killed by the prince of their family in the past, they would not have risen from the prince to the prince.

"I didn't go back to the ancestral land with the family. Like Kui Niu and Xiao Yuanhuang, are they all going to experience it?" Ye Chen's old face looked extremely ugly.

"Ye Chen, don't be fine." Many princes were immobilized, glanced at the immortal king He who was nailed to the mountain, and then looked at the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain with interest.
To be continued...